Posts Tagged ‘apples’

it’s not so bad

Sunday, February 27th, 2011

By it, I mean the student life.

Sure, I don’t have any money and I can never literally say I don’t have anything to do.

But some Friday mornings, I get to lounge around with Laura and her little girl, eating breakfast and discussing the state of discontent in America.

I made this casserole with Laura in mind. She loves things sweet, and sweet it absolutely was. In the below recipe I’ve reduced the sugar, because it was REALLY sweet. If you like a lot of sugar at breakfast, feel free to increase the sugar to 1 cup.

Apple Cheddar Breakfast Bread Pudding
Adapted from  a recipe developed by Breakfast on the Connecticut B&B

4 eggs
cups milk
1/2 cup sugar
3 tablespoons butter, melted
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1 teaspoon kosher salt
7 slices firm white bread (cut into cubes)
2 medium apples, preferably a crisp variety (peeled, cored, cubed)
2/3 cup grated cheddar cheese (about 3 oz)
2 tablespoons raw sugar

If cooking immediately, preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Butter an 8 inch square pan. In large bowl whisk the eggs, and add the milk, sugar, butter, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt. Whisk until sugar is at least mostly dissolved. Add the bread, apples and cheese – toss until the liquid has been mostly absorbed. Pour the mixture into the prepared dish. Cover and refrigerate overnight or bake immediately.  Bake 3o-35 minutes if room temperature and 35-45 minutes if refrigerated, until golden and set all the way through.

I also served sliced bananas tossed with chopped Trader Joe’s Sesame Seed Honey Cashews (still kicking around from our Santa Fe trip, sadly a TJ’s has not popped up overnight in Louisville), and frozen grapes.

I’m kind of obsessed with frozen grapes.

Laura’s 16 month old liked them too. She’s a girl with excellent taste.

See?

A very spirited discussion.

She brought me flowers as a housewarming gift. Isn’t that lovely?  She even brought buds so I’d have flowers for longer.

Because I’m the luckiest girl evah, Laura was not my only girl date on Friday.

What? This and homework is what I do while Crockett is out of town.

My beautiful girlfriend Yvonne and I enjoyed ourselves thoroughly at the Waterloo happy hour.

Sweet potato fries and gorgonzola dip.

What, you don’t see any gorgonzola dip?

Oh, right, that’s because we ate an entire dish full.

And beer.

I did mention there was beer, right?

new new new

Friday, February 4th, 2011

Something new and exciting is happening in the life of Emma, but I’m not going to tell you what it is because I still have details to work out. Serious, pain in the ass details. However, on Tuesday night, the night of -17 degree weather, I had some experimenting to do.

Experimenting in the form of apple crumble bars.

Specifically, apple chipotle crumble bars…

And apple almond crumble bars.

Clearly I didn’t enjoy them at all.

And does cold weather make anyone else want to eat scones, or is it just me? These chocolate chunk oatmeal scones are a mash up of several different recipes, since we had no buttermilk, eggs, or baking soda. They turned out pretty darn good. Plus, look, sparkly!

can I get a witness

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

On Monday I checked out a South Beach book, because I do in fact desire a healthy heart more than, say, ice cream.

Usually.

I discovered that the first phase (the one I learned about on the internet, that bastion of accuracy) was not for me. It’s to help control cravings, which I have, but also to bring about immediate rapid weight loss, which I don’t want any part of.  I’m now working towards a balance of Phase 2 and Phase 3, with some things that I have laying around worked in for the next couple of days.

I explained all that in case you were wondering why my baby food colored pumpkin smoothie of the past several days has been replaced by:

Oh oats, how I’ve missed you. Plus, everyone knows oats are good for your heart.

I don’t know how they know, but they do.

For the oats, I threw half a frozen banana in with the water while it was boiling, then added the oats, canned pumpkin, and pumpkin pie spices. I finished it off with two big spoonfuls of yogurt. The yogurt particularly was a little odd, but it worked for me today.

I had to leave the house early, so I pieced together a sort of ridiculous lunch to stick in my backpack. Cottage cheese, check. My second to last apple cheddar scone, check. Apple slices, check. (I love how the apple sort of looks like an egg in that picture. A weird egg.)

After my 9 am commitment, I attempted to go to the gym. It went about as well as you might expect, what with the cold and all.

I did see this, though.

I don’t know why I thought this was funny. Who put the towel on the sign, the people from the gym or someone being a jackass? Either way it’s kind of funny. To me.

After my very very hard two miles on the treadmill (at 12 minutes each – there is seriously something wrong with my lungs right now), I swung through the “food court” because my goofy lunch no longer seemed appealing. Of course, a tortilla station, a pizza station, the HOME ZONE (I have no idea what they serve there), a burger station, and a deli didn’t seem appealing either. A salad bar would be nice, but … actually, I was going to make excuses, but why haven’t they put in a salad bar? Can it be that much harder than keeping raw beef on hand?

My lunch didn’t quite do it, so I delved into my trusty Larabar stash that I keep in my office at all times.

After getting a rave review from my advisor on my fellowship application, (yeah, THAT happened), I finally got to take my headachey coughy self home.

One good thing about being on the road during sunset is that you really get to appreciate it.

When I got home, I had two very important chores. First, to put some beans in a bowl of water so I could take a blurry picture of them.

And then tomorrow use them to make sort-of Italian wedding soup.

Second, to put a pot of water on a very low burner and add some baking soda and some cinnamon. I just read today that the baking soda in the warm water helps absorb kitchen smells, and .. cinnamon smells good. I did this, of course, so I could take a picture in which the white balance was so unbelievably screwed that black and white was my only option.

I’m fun like that.

Now I’m eating dinner. This is roasted brussels sprouts with spaghetti squash (I baked it the other day, scraped it out, and stuck the scrapings in the fridge), pesto, and lotsa parmesan cheese.

Actually, I’m going to get back to it. Night, y’all.

I can’t hack, but I can knit

Monday, November 8th, 2010

Me, being well behaved. More zucchini cakes with yogurt on top.

At what point do we have to stop calling this ‘unseasonably warm’ and just start calling it ‘freak of nature weather’? It was warm again. I ran (passing several hot air ballooners – who are these people? Are they working or playing?) and was all sweaty when I stopped by Crockett’s to say hi. Not that I sweat. Because, ick.

My raspberry bushes are really enjoying the FON weather. Not that they’re giving me raspberries – more that they’re healthy and happy.

I saw my sweetheart neighbor and her adorable little puppy Maggie. Maggie is insane in a way that makes Maida seem sane, which you know I appreciate. It’s nice when the misbehavior of others justifies your own. Or your dog’s. Whichever.

I got my run in just in time, because we had this horrible rainy windy ickiness immediately following.

Then? THEN? Ladies lunch.

My Ignite girlfriends arrived. Several months ago now, I spoke at an event called Ignite Boulder. Ignite is a brainf**k for the speakers. You propose a topic, and the proposals are voted on by the community. If you’re chosen, you prepare a 5 minute speech with twenty slides that advance automatically every 15 seconds. (My slides are here, if you’re interested. Word on the street was that before that night, no one had created a presentation with nothing but drawings. I’m a trendsetter, me.) Several amazing women also spoke that night, and I’ve become friends with three of them.

We ate like queens. We had a roasted vegetable soup and (SHOCKER) apple cheddar scones from me, salad with candied walnuts and dried cranberries and apple cider from Steph, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies from Danya, and apple crisp and mimosas from Mary.

How can you not love women who bring that kind of food and smile like this when you point your camera at them?

Maida wasted no time enthusiastically declaring her dominance over all of us.

Pumpkin cookies. Soft and spicy and full of the yum.

We took a break from the eating to partake in crafts. Danya is knitting a (quite intimidating) sweater. Mary is working on felt coffee cup holders for her as yet unopened Etsy shop – she’s making me a bracelet version that I can’t wait to start wearing every single day. Steph and I brushed up on our knitting skills – don’t we look like we know exactly what’s going on?

What? Crafts are hunger inducing.

(South Beach starts tomorrow. For reals this time.)

What crafts are you good at? Are they the same ones that you enjoy doing?