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.
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.
Can I admit something? It’s kind of geeky. I have this thing with Australian reality TV shows. Did you know there is an Australian version of almost everything? Shark Tank, The Amazing Race, So You Think You Can Dance. Basically, if you’re having withdrawals from the end of a season, there’s an Australian version airing right now. You know, being upside down in the Southern hemisphere and all.
I type this as I binge on three episodes of Masterchef Australia. Best. Cooking show. Ever. It’s not like regular Masterchef at all. First of all, they air five episodes a week. Five episodes a week! It’s a TV marathoner’s dream.