Oh, hi! It’s me. I made these brownies, but I made them for myself. Like, not for me to eat by myself, but for me because I wanted to make them. And then I wanted to take a picture. And then I wanted put them up here for friends and strangers to see— strangers who probably got lost in a brownie recipe internet rabbit hole (Like we all do)! And that hasn’t happened in a while…
Blog posts started to feel like a chore, which was the exact opposite of what they were supposed to be. I made the blog to be an outlet to share my love for food and baking. It was supposed to be fun and challenging — to improve my writing and photography and make better, more inventive recipes.
First of all, let me apologize for the tongue-twister titling this post. It doesn’t roll off the tongue but it does do all the explaining for me. I made mini matcha meyer lemon poppy seed loaves — because why not? Well, actually I can list the reasons why I made them.
Citrus season is ending and I haven’t made anything with a meyer lemon
I had a citrus green tea latte the other day (my first ever GTL, I know, I know, I know)
Let me start off by saying I am not a Valentine’s Day person. However, I really couldn’t resist tying in Valentine’s day with these pastries given the timing, the chocolate and the subtle touch of pink. These éclairs are a bit fussy. Once all the bells and whistles are complete I think I went through eight bowls and saucepans. But you can consider these very special I’m-sorry-I-love-you éclairs. It has been a while after all.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Did you just sing that in your head? I did. Truly, this is a happy season for me, if not a busy, crazy, hectic one. I think it’s for the fact that on top of all the extra tasks that need to be done around Christmas, I’m trying to fit in my favourite leisure activities. How backward does that sound? I’ve been rushing to be prepared for the season so that I can enjoy the season. Get all my shopping, wrapping, and organizing done just so I can enjoy a day watching a Christmas specials.
Baking definitely winds up being an activity that whilst I enjoy (duh!), there is extra pressure to be productive at Christmas time. Parties and potlucks and gifting! There are also some pretty amazing recipes and content that go up on the internet this time of year. Sprinkle Bakes is putting up a giftable recipe every single day up to Christmas! So you should go check that out, especially if you have that friend that is great at DIY gifts and expects to receive a handmade gift in return. I want to make all of them!
Let’s catch up over a cup. You can grab a hot cup of whatever you like. I made myself this cup of white hot chocolate (you can make yourself one too). It has lavender in it! But we’ll talk more about that later.
It’s been too long! Isn’t that what you always say when you see an old friend? Like there exists a just-right amount of time to pass before you see someone again. It seems I am always playing catch up. Well anyway, one month without a post seems too long to me.
Time flies. Admitting it doesn’t help either. It just makes me feel like one of the adults I used to loathe as a child who would say “Where has the year gone? It flew by!” And I would be thinking “What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for Christmas forever!” Nowadays, the sands of time slip through my hands faster than I can bake a cheesecake.
How was your Canadian Thanksgiving? How long was your nap? How were your hot turkey sandwiches this week? I was working Thanksgiving— #nurselife— and if you’re thinking that I made this cheesecake in time for thanksgiving, and only the post is late, you would be wrong. But I couldn’t let a thanksgiving go by completely without making this ultimate bit of nostalgia. Better late than never right?
Fall was my favourite season before it was cool and suddenly everybody’s favourite season. I mean, summer is fun but I’ve always struggled with the heat. In fact, it took me until August to finally realize that, no, I don’t need a jacket in case it’s cool. But fall is just perfect and not just because I can wear a jacket. But I guess everybody knows that now.
So now for something completely different… soup! I promise I am better at cooking than I am at segues. There is finally a chill in the air and I have wasted no time shifting gears to cool weather food. Goodbye barbecue ribs (I’ll miss you)! Goodbye salads (and good riddance)! Goodbye ice cream (maybe)! Hello hot tea, apple crisps, and soups!
“Oh my god! What the (expletive) is this?!” In the best way possible, that was my reaction the first time I bit into one of these oatcakes. Several months ago, a friend of mine sent me home with a couple homemade oatcakes — an east coast thing, apparently. Sweet, I love getting baked goods even when I’m not sure what it is. The next day with tea, I was drop-jawed at how I had never heard of an oatcake before and how good they were! Oatcakes should be an everywhere thing!
I immediately messaged her saying have to have the recipe. And there it was: 1 lb of butter. Ok, oatcakes, I see how you do. You flaunt yourself as a healthy fibre-filled biscuit but really you’re held together with copious amounts of butter. It’s ok, it’s cool. I can’t stay mad at you.
August has been the month where I get back in touch with the side of myself that runs. My relationship with running is a complicated one. I don’t love running. I don’t like scampering through the streets with my earbuds flying everywhere. I really hate the never-ending blisters. What I do like is the results. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I like feeling like I could run from stranger danger if I had to.
Have I been forcing myself to run by choice? Not really. Historically it seems that the only thing that motivates me to go for a run is a goal. Right now it is the goal to not have my lungs on fire come Halloween when I run my first ever half marathon. I signed up for this race with the encouragement of a friend. Only later did I realize the course is in a hilly park. Like HILLLLLY. So yea, I’m scared.
Beyoncé taught me many things. Being in love makes you look crazy. You should put a ring on what you like. Surfboard is actually pronounced surfboart. And most importantly, she taught me that watermelon is a drink.
For most of last summer, I serenaded Drunk in Love to myself until I forgot all the lyrics and it boiled down to just saying “I’ve been drinking watermelon” over and over. Inspired, I made watermelon lemonade. It’s the ultimate thirst quencher. I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to make it again!