I wanted to wax poetic about these gluten-free savory amaranth waffles because they deserve a sonnet, but then I sliced open the tip of my index finger on the blade of the food processor today, which is proving challenging for typing. These waffles though.
We’re 7 months into this whole parenting gig and we’ve learned a lot. Not least of which is that as long as you have tortillas, you can generally always make tacos out of the contents of your fridge. These mole-spiced chickpea and grilled zucchini tacos are just that. Though, I have been day dreaming about them all summer so maybe subconsciously I’ve kept all the ingredients on hand just in case we need tacos.
Seven months into parenting and I’m still learning. Learning what kind of mom I am. What kind of mom I’m going to be. And reconciling that with what kind of mom I want to be or think I should be.
When we bought our house last October, it wasn’t the first house we put an offer on – it wasn’t even the second. People told me that the house that was meant for us would find us, but I didn’t believe them. Instead I cried back, “you don’t know the Bay Area housing market!” And when our first offer didn’t get accepted, even after I wore my best enhance-the-baby-bump dress to the open house, I sobbed into my pillow.
But that kitchen? That kitchen was the original kitchen from 1940. It was a 7×7 box with just enough counter space to do dishes and literally no place for a modern refrigerator. I pretended I didn’t care and fell in love with the house anyway. I pretended we’d have money in 5 years to expand it. I pretended that was only a very short time to live with no counter space. And I mourned it.
Then we met this house – THE house. And it turns out people were right. It found us.
Today I’m excited to share a peek inside Snixy Kitchen in collaboration with KitchenAid. (With the help of our tour guide cat, Artichoke).
In case you’re wondering when the best time to make friends with someone is, it’s right when they’re pitching a gluten-free baking cookbook to publishers. I know because that’s when I met Alanna. It’s also when I willingly accepted my new role as dessert taste tester, with a constant rotation of Alanna’s latest cookbook creations showing up at my house. It’s a tough job being friends with Alanna. At the end of *cough*waytoolong*cough*, Alternative Baker is FINALLY ALMOST HERE!! I’m so stinkin’ excited to share Alanna’s masterpiece with you via this ginger goat cheese cheesecake tart inspired by her flavor pairings and built on a crust adapted from the book.
This lavender earl gray blackberry ice cream float is my summer drink mascot. For starters, there’s ice cream involved (no brainer) and, even more importantly, it was inspired by the mocktail (or faux-tail?) bar that Sherrie set out for the #bossbabefestMSP retreat last month – complete with bitter black tea, infused simple syrups, fruity shrubs, and an unending supply of La Croix to make it sparkle. I’ll be sipping my float variation of the fruity bitter black tea soda for the rest of summer to incite perpetual déja vu of the most epic Minnesota weekend.
Does anyone else get severe produce anxiety? As much as I like the idea of a CSA, it hardcore stresses me out. Suddenly a crate full of arugula and what if I don’t have time to eat the arugula before the edges wilt and the whole bag gets slimy? What happens if the tomatoes turn to rotten mush before I can use them all?! That sheer panic at the sight of a huge box of my mom’s homegrown tomatoes led to this ricotta tomato tart.
I didn’t grow up in a house with an alarm system. On the contrary, we left windows open all night, doors unlocked, and our friends didn’t knock. But once you’ve had something stolen from you – like say, your wallet and social security card right out of your backpack your first week in a new city, followed by that person trying to assume your identity – you develop an irrational paranoia that someone is always trying to break into your house to rob you. I’m over here like, “Don’t leave the eggplant and zucchini caponata on the counter or someone might swipe it!” (Someone, in this case, = cats, probably).
The day before we left for Minneapolis, my mom brought me a bag of peaches from her tree. I wish I could say this peach cobbler with brown butter chestnut biscuits was made from her peaches, but I’d be lying. I thought about saying it anyway – how would you ever know? – but then I remembered something: I’m a terrible liar.