Cheesecake Strawberries… Yup

“I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.”
Rudyard Kipling, Captains Courageous


There’s nothing to say. Just look, drool, make… repeat.


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Casserole For Breakfast? Yes Please…

“We had our breakfasts–whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn’t matter, you must have your breakfast.”
-Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone


_ _I have a statement of heresy to make: I do NOT like breakfast… Bring on the Spanish Inquisition. Well ok, I do like breakfast foods, just not before noon. If that means I have to sleep half the day, so be it; if it means I have to eat “breakfast” and lunch within an hour of each other, I’ll suck it up and suck it in; I’ll loosen the drawstrings on my $10 Target pajama pants—which I wear the majority of my time at home—and get cooking. Welcome to my world of lunch and dinner-breakfasts.

_ _This was a breakfast casserole that my mom made for Christmas this year. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when she told me that what was coming out of the oven was “an egg and tortilla casserole.” My gag reflex may also have been triggered. But don’t let that terrible name dissuade you. It’s ridiculously light and fluffy and cheesy and… amazing. And that is a major endorsement coming from me. Although normally I would take a cheeseburger over pancakes any day, I got the recipe from her and have already made it twice since then.


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Just Because I Love Orange Food…

“Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.”


Carrot-Ginger Soup


_ _I went through a phase last winter during which time every dish I made turned out to be red or orange. They just felt so festive and in the desolate wasteland that is upstate New York in late February, you take what colors you can get. When you’ve dragged yourself home through the gray, slushy snow, and your commute has taken 30 minutes longer than necessary because Cornell students cross the streets en masse without even a glance to make sure that there isn’t a Mack truck barreling down on them… *deep, gasping breath after that run-on sentence* A hearty, spicy soup is the perfect antidote to the blues. Nom nom nom.

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Pampkin Muffins

“Grub, ho!” now cried the landlord, flinging open a door, and in we went to breakfast.”

Herman Melville, Moby Dick




_ _I may have gone a little overboard with my pumpkin purée purchasing (and alliteration) this fall. I was very excited. But I’ve been stuck looking at all these lonely cans in my pantry giving me doe eyes and guilt trips about not following through on my promises to bring in the season with a pumpkin bake-a-palooza. I’m weak. I’m easily peer pressured by inanimate objects.

_ _So finally I succumbed and made these amazing pumpkin muffins. Normally suggesting putting fruit or nuts into baked goods would get you a slap across the mouth, but the raisins in these are so very necessary. I’m literally ordering you to include them. I’ve made these muffins both ways and the plain ones were just that… The toppings however, are totally optional. Half I made with streusel and the other half were dipped in a cinnamon glaze.

_ _With my roommates being responsible human beings, I can’t count on them to eat more than one muffin each, which leaves 21 for me to stuff down my gullet. I made this batch yesterday… only half a dozen to go.


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Rosemary’s Baby… Or Just Amazing Bread

“People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.”

-Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

Rosemary & Sea Salt Bread

(Photo courtesy of browneyedbaker until I can take my own!)

_ _Ok, so homemade bread may not be the most “easily obtained” thing, but it’s undeniably one of the simplest comfort foods… welcome to my obsession with carbs. This time last year I had never attempted to bake my own bread, and honestly the thought hadn’t really crossed my mind to try- until I came upon a recipe for homemade rosemary bread (and when I say “came upon” I mean I spend hours of my free time trolling for recipes online… that’s normal, right?) Frankly I was intimidated; I have a complex about being bad at things, which I’m sure is very Freudian but I wouldn’t know because I failed Psyche101. In any case, I didn’t run straight to the kitchen, but instead allowed the idea to percolate. That night, rosemary baked goods Freddy Kreugered my dreams (it’s a verb, trust me I’m an English major); I was positive that if I didn’t make this bread immediately I would die. Yes, die. So with the help of Pam Tolbert [hi mom!] who was nearby to keep my confidence high with comments like “don’t TOUCH it! The yeast is supposed to look like that,”  I tentatively stepped into the world of homemade bread… and I’ve never looked back.

_ _I do have to give a huge shout out to my life-saving Kitchenaid mixer, because since that first day I’ve tried making bread the old fashioned way, and when I do, I weep; I gnash my teeth; I cross going to the gym off that day’s “to do” list… it’s just way more work. But whether or not you have said mixer, the smell of delicious, baking rosemary bread wafting through your house will make all the effort worthwhile. Just go make it. Now.

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