I assume you weren’t too caught off-guard by that news because 1) I love making videos and 2) there’s a giant thumbnail of the first video right above this block of text and my face is featured prominently. Powers of inference, people. Powers of inference.
Anyway, I’m soooooo excited about this new development. SO. EXCITED. I feel like it’ll be the perfect way to share recipes and life updates and who the heck knows what else with my friends and family and all of you mysterious and lovely blog-readers of mine.
I’m already planning tons more fun videos — in fact, a few are processing on my computer as we speak — so if you’re interested in viewing any of those, kindly subscribe! And sign up your friends and cousins and totally random acquaintances while you’re at it, too.
I started things off with popovers, which are frankly so simple/light/airy they don’t need too much of an introduction, but I *will* say that if you’re planning on hosting brunch for friends soon, these would go over splendidly. I’m partial to the cinnamon-sugar ones myself. And you absolutely don’t need to use a fancy popover pan for these. From experience, I can say with certainty that muffin tins will work just fine; you’ll just end up with a slightly more squat shape.
The recipe for those glorious, air-filled popovers is below (and in the video, duh!). Have fun, get baking, and check back to my channel soon for more videos.
Traditional (read: non-cutesified) egg-in-a-hole is one of those quintessential, back-pocket breakfast recipes that everyone should know by heart. It’s easy and impressive and kills two birds with one stone. And that phrase is uncomfortably apt in this context, but you know what I mean.
So even if you can’t bring yourself to haul out the heart cookie cutters for this lovey-dovey version, you might as well learn / memorize / get a tattoo of the general recipe. I promise it’ll come in handy.
In the meantime, happy almost Valentine’s Day!!!!! If you’ve got a Valentine, HOORAY. Make them toast. If, on the other hand, you are alone as alone can be, never fear: I dreamed up a fun solo night plan for ya over on Martha Stewart! (Quick disclaimer that “fun” is loosely defined here and includes making pairs of felted mittens from old sweaters.)
Personally, I’m most excited to raid the candy aisles on the 15th and come up with some fun chocolate recipes with my finds. Stay tuned.
I really wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a morning person, which might surprise you given that A) I worked at a morning show for a long time and loved every minute of it, B) one of my all-time favorite books is quite literally titled “Why I Wake Early”, C) I do often jump out of bed and immediately begin singing the “Happy Working Song” from Disney’s Enchanted, and D) okay, OKAY, yes, I own this embarrassingly overpopulated Pinterest board dedicated to the joys of waking up early.
(Please note that I created said board back when I thought my Pinterest profile was private.) (Sigh.)
Anyway, while I’d really rather think of myself as an an all-times-of-day, does-not-discriminate sort of person, it’s true: I think mornings are great. And the best part about them just might be…smoothies! I threw these three together for FabFitFun’s online magazine and will link you guys early next week. In the meantime, you can snag all the recipes below and finally see for yourself just how wonderful it can be to wake up a little bit earlier. (You’ve been warned, though: You will get a little pin-happy in the process.)
HAPPY HANUKKAH! It’s the third night of the holiday, which, for me, is serving as a pretty horrifying reminder of the power of fried food smells to linger in apartments well beyond the actual frying action. Case in point: I made the latkes pictured above on Friday afternoon, a day-and-then-some before the holiday actually began, and my entire home still reeks of oil and onions and burnt potato skins.
But honestly, that nostalgia-inducing, days-old latke smell is totally welcome to stick around my humble abode as long as it pleases. ‘Cause latkes are the best.
As kids, my siblings and I always ate them with applesauce, and I have to admit I still think that savory-sweet pairing still reigns as the ultimate flavor combination. This year, though, I tried my hand at a more grown-up variation, dressing them up with a bit of smoked salmon, some creme fraiche, and — ooh la la! — a smattering of edible flowers. I know. So fancy. I don’t really have anything to say for myself except that Eataly had the colorful flowers in stock and they were calling my name.
I feel a bit like a fraud sharing this recipe with you. The truth is, I only just began drinking coffee regularly, and by “coffee,” I mean, “vanilla chai lattes,” which don’t actually contain coffee. Uh.
But anyone who knows me will tell you that I’ve almost certainly got some sort of innate, internal caffeine production system. After all, I’ve got the energy of a die-hard coffee addict, I talk at the pace of a Gilmore, and I tap dance. I TAP DANCE. That must win me some degree of brownie points and/or kinship with even the most patrician of espresso-sipping sophisticates.
And while I haven’t yet (yet!) fallen in love with blacker-than-night-no-milk-no-sugar-*coffee*-coffee, I have become more and more enamored with the idea of said coffee-coffee. Especially as the winter days get shorter and my schedule gets busier. I mean, what’s not to love? It’s a drink that doesn’t just taste good; it revitalizes you. It reincarnates you. It thrusts you back out into the world with a SPRING in your STEP.
I’m pretty sure that anyone who snacked on candy buttons as a child asked their parents the same question at one point or another. “Are you sure it’s okay that I just ate PAPER!??!” …to which their startled parents would give the same dubious shrug. Naturally, as I ventured off to make them myself at home as a grown-up, I attempted to solve the age-old problem once and for all. How, I asked myself, can I make candy dots without subjecting myself to tons of paper consumption?
The answer, friends, was simple: I could not. But then, the thrill of paper-eating is just as much part of these tiny candies’ allure as is their satisfying, sugary crunch, is it not? And since a little bit of paper never hurt anyone (according to a quick Google search, anyway) I say…the heck with it.
You can watch me make these beauties this Saturday on Food Network’s Snapchat Discover profile (yup, Christmas Eve!) or simply scroll down for the recipe below. Get nostalgic, get sugar-high, and…why not? Get a little paper-high, too. You deserve it.
Yes. It’s true. I made mini “Happy Thanksgiving” pies and it’s a good week-and-a-half before the actual holiday. Either I’m already abusing my newfound blogger powers, or I’m just a crazy person.
Don’t dwell on that too long. Instead, direct your attention at the super cute message pies in question. They’re one of those seemingly over-the-top, ultra-impressive desserts that are actually semi-homemade (and in all honesty, that “homemade” part is a little too flattering for what happened in my kitchen tonight. I’m looking at you, frozen pie crusts from Trader Joe’s).
You can dress them down by nixing the leaf garnishes, you can dress them up with some from-scratch pate brisee and faux lattice work, or you can simply leave them as is. Honestly, the possibilities are endless once you’ve you’ve got the basic “mini pie” shtick down to a science.
I like to imagine that one day, my Sunday night suppers will feature fresh bread and fine linens and sparkling chandeliers and all of my children singing “The Hills are Alive” in 17-part harmony while my husband, Miles Teller, accompanies them on the viola.
Alas, that day is not today.
Today, Sunday night features takeout Chinese food, some of my best girlfriends, and a “Curb Your Enthusiasm” marathon. Now, don’t get me wrong; there are few things I love more than my best friends, especially when Larry David and dumplings are involved. Still, I see no reason not to try and make the night a little less, um, plastic. I’m of the firm belief that sugary, MSG-laden, artery-clogging takeout not only looks better when you plate it nicely and spruce it up with a few garnishes, it also tastes better. And there’s something almost — dare I say it? — chic about eating General Tso’s chicken off of a wooden skewer.
Here are my tips for turning your next Seamless order into a could-be catered meal.
If posting a kale salad recipe on Halloweekend isn’t the height of nonchalance, I don’t know what is.
Promise I’m not a grinch. Nor am I seasonally confused. It’s just that by the time October 31st rolls around, I’ve already consumed more orange-and-black brownies and pretzel witches’ brooms and batty cupcakes than a girl should, in her lifetime, consume. I needed a quick, one-day, noncommittal break from all things spooky.
Enter: this salad. If there’s one food that can’t be dressed up like a mummy or slathered in chocolate, it’s kale. (I think. I hope?) Plus, this one happens to be particularly good. It’s been my go-to for the last month or so. I first found the recipe on Cookie and Kate, where it’s attributed to Deb Perelman of Smitten Kitchen. Naturally, my first thought as a newly-minted blogger was, “How can I make this my own?” followed by a few disastrous extra ingredient additions. Like…paprika. Very unnecessary.
One of the things I’m most excited about in this new blog is being able to spread a little literary love every now and then. (Also, being able to make gifs whenever I please. I can’t stop watching that one up there. HELP.) I studied writing in college and am now a writer by trade, so I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I love, love, love books. Thick ones, thin ones, gorgeous coffee table ones, big serious ones…you name it. I’ve decided to start a weekly series called “On my Nighstand” where I’ll let you in on the latest cover to grace my (um, DUH) nightstand. And, as is just as often the case: my dining table, my dresser, a very dusty spot under my bed, my closet, my kitchen counter…you get it.
This week’s book was an easy choice: Darcy Miller’s new book, “Celebrate Everything! Fun Ideas to Bring Your Parties to Life.” I pre-ordered it months ago and it just arrived in my mailbox today. And I’m in love. In love. While it’s true that I’ve been known to fall prey to the allure of a beautiful coffee table book every now and again — okay, every single time I step into Anthropologie — I am pretty discerning about the particularly special ones I choose to recommend to friends and family. And you.