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.
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.
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.
Summer in the city is in full swing. Since moving to Toronto eighteen months ago, I have come to look forward to the multitude of events going on during the season. The food, beer, and music festivals — you can’t possibly do everything! It’s overwhelming. Where can you recharge?
The answer is — I believe — out of the city. Just get out. Go anywhere where you can find pine trees, a lake, chirping birds, fire pits, sleeping bags, and dare I say… mosquitos. I am sorry, if you’re not a cottage goer or a camper, this post isn’t for you. And as a former girl guide, I’d like to inform you that you’re missing out on life.