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Bourbon Peach French Toast

peaches, eggs, day old bread, and Wild Turkey
I’m still trying to figure out if this is breakfast? Or dessert? It sort of fits into that crepes with cream cheese frosting, red velvet waffle, strawberry crumble category. With bourbon.

It IS acceptable to booze up your fruit for breakfast. Example: mimosas.

And if this is dessert then the bourbon is doubly acceptable. As is extra sugar.

To be fair, South Carolina peaches don’t really need any sugar at all. They qualify as dessert all by themselves. But when you have a loaf of day-old baguette laying around leftover from when you made tomato bruschetta, AND it’s peach season, AND there’s bourbon on the kitchen counter, AND you’re looking for ways to fill the summer vacation void… well, you really have no choice but to add brown sugar and get cooking.

soaking day old bread in eggs, milk, cinnamon, and nutmeg

how to have bourbon for breakfast

I soaked the slices of day-old baguette in an eggy mixture with milk, cinnamon, and nutmeg. I left just a smidge of bacon grease in the bottom of my cast iron frying pan before adding the peaches, bourbon, brown sugar, cinnamon, and a little cornstarch. Then I grilled the bread.

sliced baguette, dunked in egg and grilled

This bread dusted with powdered sugar and dipped in maple syrup would satiate any sweet craving all on its own. That is, in fact, the route my little boys went with this mid-morning treat.

More peaches for me.

Bourbon Peach French Toast Platter doused in powdered sugar

As you can see, this platter received more than its fair share of powdered sugar. I refuse to apologize about that.

Boozey Peach French Toast

I’m not sorry about this heaping portion, either. Or the fact that i might have had seconds. And then I may have eaten a bowl of sweet bourbon peaches. I justify my overindulging with copious amounts of torturous exercise. Also I skipped lunch because I was sooooo full from all the toasted egg bread and syrupy fruit. I make all kinds of real life sacrifices so I have things to tell you all about.

Bourbon Peach French Toast
 
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Serves: 4-6

Ingredients
  • 3-4 large peaches, peeled, pitted, and sliced
  • ½ cup brown sugar
  • ¼ cup bourbon
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 tablespoon cornstarch
  • 1 tablespoon oil or bacon grease
  • 1 loaf crusty white bread, cut into 1-1½″ thick slices
  • 1½ cups milk
  • 5 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • ½ teaspoon nutmeg
  • butter for the skillet
  • powdered sugar to garnish

Instructions
  1. In a large bowl whisk together the brown sugar, bourbon, cinnamon, and cornstarch. Add the peaches and toss to coat. Set the peach mixture aside.
  2. In another large bowl, whisk together the milk, eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg.
  3. In a deep baking dish lay the sliced bread out flat. Pour the egg mixture over the bread and let it soak.
  4. While the bread is soaking up the egg mixture, heat a large skillet over medium high heat. Add the tablespoon of oil or bacon grease and swirl in the pan to coat.
  5. Pour in the peach mixture and when the liquid begins to bubble, reduce the heat to medium. Stir occasionally and cook until the sauce has thickened and peaches are nice and soft. Turn off the heat and let them sit while you grill the bread.
  6. Heat your pancake griddle to about 375 and generously butter (If you’re using a skillet on the stove top, use medium high heat and add the butter to the pan just before you add the slices of battered bread).
  7. Line the bread slices up and cook for 3-4 minutes on each side (The bread should have soaked up all of the egg mixture and the sort of long cook time helps the egg to cook all the way through those thick slices of bread. Soggy french toast is NO GOOD!).
  8. Stack the french toast slices on a plate, pour the bourbon peaches all over and around, and dust the whole sweet mess with powdered sugar.

This post at I AM SIMPLY TIA put me in a french toasty frame of mind. I owe her a big thank you for reminding me that old bread is good for more than just croutons.

bourbon peach french toast recipe

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4:15 A.M.

black bean pizza
This morning, a little after 4 a.m., my eyes fluttered open because I heard a noise.

Actually, this is the third time this week that a late night noise has pulled me from my already sporadic slumber. The first two times were weird; once I woke up in a panic and scrambled off the bed around 1 a.m. because I felt certain something was creeping around, and it wasn’t Chad. Chad could sleep through a hurricane, so my scream-and-scramble-for-the-door move didn’t phase him much. He just swung his feet over the edge of the bed towards the floor and sat there rubbing his eyes in the dark, most likely thinking that I’m completely crazy. Then I made him try to sleep all night with the light on.

southwest style pizza with black bean sauce

About the time we both dozed off, maybe around 3 in the morning, the TV in the living room started blasting white noise out of nowhere.

I promise I am not making this up.

Several mornings this week when I have gone into the kitchen to put the coffee on and start breakfast, my oldest son, Andrew, has been perched on the couch with a blanket quietly watching re-runs of The Office. As soon as I flip the light switch and start to wonder why the TV is on, his head pops up from behind the cushions like as if it’s the middle of the day. “Hi Mommy!”

“Why are you up?,” is all I can muster in my pre-coffee before dawn coma.

“Bad dreams… couldn’t sleep. Can we have pancakes?”

Geez.

bean paste and dough

So back to this morning at 4 a.m. A noise woke me up and when I sat up in bed to identify the source, I realized it was the TV. Not scary white noise TV like earlier this week, but little boys parked on the floor watching cartoons TV. And sure enough, upon opening my bedroom door and padding through the house, I found two little boys in a mess of pillows and blankets sprawled across the floor watching cartoons at 4:15 in the morning.

And they had yet to fall asleep.

corn, peppers, and onions on pizza

I crashed the middle-of-the-night cartoon party and shooed my boys off to bed, managing to catch a teensy bit more sleep before my morning routine started calling. The only good that came of the whole mess was that they both slept until after noon. When I pressed the issue over cereal and milk at 2 p.m., expecting to hear tales of crazy nightmares or scary bumps in the night, they told me that they were simply staying up to see if they could do it.

Remember when you were a little kid and you just stayed up all night for no reason other than to see if you could? Completely the opposite of now, when I’m thrilled to pieces if I hit the sheets by 11 p.m. Or better yet, 10.

I can’t wait to see what kind of interruptions this night will bring…

southwest black bean pizza

Typically I can offer you some clever liaison between what’s going on in my life and the recipe I’ve decided to share, but sleep-deprived as I am this week, It’s just not happening. I made this southwest inspired pizza shortly before we went on vacation. Chad talked about it for a week, so I’m guessing he liked it alright.

I used a whole wheat crust, but a jalapeno cheese crust would have been even better. In place of sauce I made a paste with some leftover black beans, a heap of seasoning, and a bit of chicken broth. I sprinkled corn, bell peppers, red onions, and tomatoes over the black bean sauce. Added a little shredded chicken and a heap of shredded cheddar jack cheese.

Southwest Pizza

And then happily smothered each slice with guacamole and sour cream.

veggie-full pizza with guacamole and sour cream

Here’s to hoping for a night without any paranormal activity.

Southwest Black Bean Pizza
 
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Serves: 4

Ingredients
  • 1 can of black beans (or approximately 2 cups cooked), drained and rinsed
  • 1 teaspoon cumin
  • 1 teaspoon chili powder
  • ½ teaspoon garlic powder
  • ¼ teaspoon black pepper
  • ¼ teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • chicken broth, vegetable broth, or water
  • dough for 1 pizza
  • ½ cup frozen whole kernel corn, thawed
  • ½ cup green bell pepper. diced
  • ½ cup red onion, diced
  • 1 cup fresh tomatoes, diced
  • 1½ cups shredded cheddar jack cheese
  • ½ cup shredded chicken
  • sour cream and guacamole to garnish

Instructions
  1. To make the black bean sauce, add the black beans, cumin, chili powder, garlic powder, black pepper, and cayenne pepper to a food processor or blender. Pulse a few times and a thick paste will begin to form. Add in the broth or water a tablespoon at a time until you reach your desired consistency.
  2. Spread the black bean sauce across the pizza dough. Sprinkle the bell peppers, red onions, corn, and tomatoes over the black bean sauce. Cover with cheese and chicken and bake according to the directions for your pizza crust.
  3. Garnish each slice with guacamole and sour cream.

Southwest Pizza

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The Return

ocean waves at Oak Island
There are lots of things I miss about being on vacation. This view from a lounge chair in the sand is one of them. I also miss early morning coffee with my whole family at the kitchen table with a pile of waffles.

I’m missing the fact that no one thinks twice when there’s more vodka than juice in your cup at 11 am or that beer is totally acceptable well before noon. Vacation tip of the week: Buy THESE. You’ll thank me later.

Junk food was an integral part of our 8 day hiatus in Oak Island, North Carolina. This included Doritoes piled with leftover chicken & rice, root beer floats at any hour of the day, homemade pizzas, tacos, brownie sundaes and s’mores.

OH. The S’mores.



I learned something new about my sweetheart while vacationing… he had never before in his life eaten a s’more. What the what?!

We very quickly remedied that problem. I have pictures, but I think he would not speak to me for a week if I posted them. So I’ll just leave that marshmallowy and slightly inebriated mess to your imaginations.

We also had a birthday… Happy Birthday, Momma!


Besides the insane amount of vacation foods we consumed, there was a lot of this fierce competition…


And this little boy in the ocean…


This one nursing the sunburn of the century…

And the construction and subsequent all-day defense of this sandcastle. Yes, it has a soccer field.

And a hot tub.

I’m really missing this view behind the house…


And having my mom and sisters around for the best company while we all clean up the mess that comes from feeding 11 people.


I did miss this blog, though! To all the readers at Sugar Dish Me, I sincerely apologize for spending a week in the only house on the East Coast without wireless internet access. I’m sorry.


But I actually wouldn’t change a thing.

Recipes to follow…

–Heather

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Prep Work


This week

is one

greatbiglongneverending

list.

There’s the three birthdays in five days list. And the eleven people getting ready for a beach trip list. I have shopping lists and grocery lists, packing lists and left to-do lists.

And finally there’s the cook-it-before-we-go-so-I-don’t-spend-our-whole-vacation-in-the-kitchen-list. It’s pretty important. That’s the list that insures my being able to lay in the sand and listen to the waves for days and days on end with only the minimal interruption of moving my towel with the tide.

All the listing has me sort of exhausted on the daily chore side of things. So I’ve gotten pretty lazy with our evening meals as of late. Chad and I ate granny smith apples with laughing cow cheese for dinner the other night. OH! Don’t forget the side of pretzels.

One day we forfeited dinner altogether in exchange for chocolatey frozen coffee.

SO worth it.

I baked this tilapia with a buttery Ritz Cracker crumb crust it an effort to have an actual meal while avoiding any more prep work. Not that I wouldn’t happily exchange all my meals for chocolatey frozen coffee… but I’m not sure it meets very many nutritional requirements.

tilapia with salt and pepper

Ritz Cracker crust


Dinner. Done. And it only took 5 minutes of my time and attention.


Buttery Baked Ritz Tilapia (from Can You Stay for Dinner?)

Ingredients

1 1/2 to 2 pounds flaky white fish (tilapia, pollack, cod)

coarse ground black pepper & kosher salt

1 sleeve Ritz Crackers (I used Whole Wheat Ritz… super good!!)

6 tablespoons salted butter, melted and slightly cooled

To Make

Pre-heat the oven to 350. Crush the crackers in a medium bowl and pour the butter over the crumbs. Toss and stir to even ly coat the cracker crumbs with the melted butter. Lightly grease a baking dish. Lay the fish in a single layer across the bottom. Sprinkle the fish with salt and pepper. Spread the buttery crumb mixture evenly over the top of the fish. Bake for 18-25 minutes, depending on the thickness of your fish filets. Mine were thin and were done in less than 20 minutes. When the fish is done it will easily flake with a fork.

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I Suck at Mario Kart

When my boys were little bitty there were a bazillion things we did together, no shortage of games we played. They were content to color with me for hours and make a mess with the finger paints. I can remember Andrew crawling through the house with all his might and laughing hysterically at me clambering around in his wake on all fours.

Chutes and Ladders were what it was all about. We would sing ridiculous songs from trippy shows like Bear in the Big Blue House or Caillou and dance in front of the TV with Elmo. “C” is for cookie was our mantra. Tickles and snuggles happened all the time and I cherished that baby giggle that comes from way down deep; that is the sound of the truest sort of happy.

Sometimes the little boys would climb into bed with me in the middle of the night, creeping around so softly I never knew they were there until I woke up with one curled behind my knees and the other tucked under my arm spooning the way only a tiny person can. Those were the best mornings.

My little boys are bigger now, and they can do all sorts of things they couldn’t do back then. Andrew can cut the grass. Evan likes to help Chad work on cars. They can put away their own clothes and put their own dishes in the sink. Neither one of them throw Cheerios at me anymore.

Bigger boys don’t want to watch Sesame Street with Mommy, though. They will occasionally sit down for a game of Skip-Bo or Phase 10 Twist, but mostly they like to talk at me about things like Star Wars and Minecraft that just go right over my head. I learned a long time ago that I am just not coordinated enough to play video games.

Today I tried my hand at Mario Kart again.

I still suck at it.

At my best I can get to about 3rd place on the easiest level. That’s bad news for whichever one of my children decides to be on my team. Evan kept saying, “That’s good, Mommy!” Andrew’s tactic was to not be on my team at all and strike me with lots of lightning. As if I needed any help driving my go-kart off an imaginary cliff.

After about 4 races the game turned into “How-to-Make-Fun-of-Mommy-Playing-Mario-Kart”. It goes like this: The boys take turns picking the hardest levels they can think of (Rainbow Road anyone?!! Anyone?) while snickering to each other because they think they are tricking me. They laugh hysterically when I can’t keep my go-kart on the moving road made of rainbows that is mysteriously located in outer space. Then they shoot turtles at me and laugh some more when I protest and say it’s not very nice. Evan had an attack of conscience after about my 3rd try and willed himself into 12th place so I could feel victorious in 11th.

Compassion.

Maybe I am doing something right.

I decided after the Mario Kart massacre that we would try our hands at something I can actually do. Because even though the little boys are bigger I still really want them to play with me.

easy apple pie filling
mini muffin pan lined with wonton wrappers
kids helping in the kitchen


These mini-apple pies used wonton wrappers for a light crispy crust. They were so so simple! We mixed up a little bit of the topping we used for the fruit crumble and sprinkled it on top of each one. Baked at 350 for about 10 minutes until the filling bubbled and the wonton crust was a pretty golden brown.

Evan did a super good job lining the mini-muffin pan and spooning the filling into the apple pies. While we waited for these to bake we made a few itty bitty fried pies with the little bits we had left.

pie filling in the middle of the wrap
We filled these wraps just like we do with ravioli; for step by step photos and instructions click HERE. The only difference is that we pinched together the two bottom corners to make little apple pie envelopes. These babies got dropped in some hot oil until they were crispy and golden and then they were dusted with cinnamon and sugar.

Andrew discreetly made about 15 unnecessary trips through the kitchen to steal one of these teensy fried pies each time he passed.


Evan was way proud of these sweet treasures.
delicious easy hors d'evours
So fun, and no game controllers involved, and they didn’t make fun of me anymore.

Mini Apple Pies and Crispy Apple Wontons

Ingredients

wonton wrappers (I used 24 for the mini-pies and then extras for the crispy apple wontons)

4 medium Granny Smith apples, peeled and diced

juice and zest of half a lemon

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

a dash of nutmeg

1/3 cup packed brown sugar

Topping (for the mini apple pies):

  • 1/4 cup wheat flour
  • 1/4 cup old fashioned oats
  • 2 tablespoons packed brown sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 2 tablespoons melted butter

non-stick cooking spray (for the muffin pan)

vegetable oil (for frying the crispy apple wontons)

a bit more granulated sugar and cinnamon (for dusting the fried apple wontons)

To Make

Pre-heat the oven to 350. Spray the mini-muffin with the non-stick cooking spray. Tuck one wonton wrapper into each muffin cup and then set aside. In a large bowl stir together the diced apples, lemon juice, lemon zest, cinnamon, nutmeg, and brown sugar. Fill each muffin cup just to the edge of the pan. In a smaller bowl stir together the wheat flour, oats, brown sugar, cinnamon and melted butter until coarse crumbs form. Sprinkle a little of this crumbly topping over each of the mini pies in the muffin pan. Bake for about 10 minutes, or until the wonton wrappers are crispy brown and the filling is bubbly. Cool slightly before serving.

Heat the vegetable oil in a skillet or heavy-bottomed pan. Spoon about a teaspoon of the remaining apple pie filling into the center of each wonton. Use water to press the wrappers into a triangle and seal. Fold the bottom corners together and pinch with a little dab of water to make apple pie “envelopes”. Instructions and photos for how to fold and seal the wontons are HERE. Drop each filled wonton wrapper into the hot oil and fry for about 1-2 minutes on each side, or until golden brown. Remove from the oil with a slotted spoon and let drain and cool on a paper towel. Immediately dust with the granulated sugar and cinnamon.

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Are We Friends?


Tell me if I’m wrong, but I feel like we’re friends.

I ramble on to you all about my kids, and my boyfriend, and the lady that screamed at the cashier in the grocery store for 20 minutes holding up the line because the poor girl didn’t want to cash her $400 personal check. Did I forget to tell you that story?

Remind me later.

Anyway… we tell each other Happy Birthday. THAT, in my book, makes us friends. You all know that I am clumsy to a fault, live in flip flops and blue jeans, and that sometimes Bojangles speaks to me. Those are friendly sorts of things to know, right?

I only share baked goods with friends.


This crumble, along with some unsolicited chatter about Flamenco Pink OPI nail polish and a cup of coffee definitely makes us friends. IN FACT!! I borrowed this recipe from my friend Deanna at a year of healthier living. I made it for my friend The Hopeful Addict because she quit sugar cold turkey and specifically requested photos of a crumbly cobbler sort of thing.

Dear Hopeful,

Chad thanks you.

You all are the kinds of friends that leave nice comments on photos of ugly pita bread. You are the sorts of friends that hand out awards, share life-altering recipes, and make me laugh. A Lot. Friends like you deserve cobblery crumble with a big scoop of strawberry frozen yogurt.

While we are talking about being friends and I’m telling you that last weekend we took Evan to see Brave in 3D and I WISH my hair was that awesome, I need to ask you a question. Are we friends on Facebook?

I ask because sometimes things land over there that don’t make it to here. And in the spirit of friendship I want to share!! Also… if you happen to make a Sugar Dish Me recipe AND you happen to snap a pic, that would be a really fun way to share it with me. That would actually probably make my day.



This crumble with the last of my fresh strawberries and several nectarines that were saved from disappointment by brown sugar and oatmeal… well if you make this crumble it will actually probably make your day, too.

Whole wheat flour, oatmeal, brown sugar, cinnamon, butter, and nutmeg do not discriminate. They are happy to be acquainted with peaches, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, and apples. I am also happy to be acquainted with all of them.

Strawberry Nectarine Crumble (slightly adapted from a year of healthier living)

Ingredients

1 cup whole wheat flour

1 cup old fashioned oats

1/2 cup packed brown sugar

1/2 tablespoon cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

1/2 teaspoon vanilla

8 tablespoons butter, melted and slightly cooled

3-4 cups of sliced fresh strawberries and peeled nectarines (or any seasonal fruit of your choice!)

To Make

Pre-heat the oven to 350. In a large bowl combine the flour, oats, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Pour the vanilla into the melted butter and then add the butter to the flour mixture. Mix until buttery coarse crumbs form (I use my hands) and then press half the crumb mixture into the bottom of a 9 inch pie dish. Cover this crust with the fruit and then sprinkle the remaining crumbly mixture evenly over the top. Bake for 25-30 minutes; the fruit will be bubbly and the topping will be golden brown and a bit crisp. Serve with ice cream or fro yo or whipped cream!

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Comfort Foods


Typically my children provide me with an endless resource of things to write about. Evan goes to school wearing mismatched shoes or tells me a story about squirrels. Andrew tries to explain the trials and tribulations of Minecraft or completely confounds me with his math homework (math is NOT my department). My two boys are inspiration plain and simple, even when I’m just writing about their latest ridiculous arguement.

But the little boys are soaking up the sun and the love with Grammy for a few days, and undoubtedly playing insane amounts of video games with my little brother. Also they baked cookies this morning (I know that because whenever my high-school-age little brother experiments with Sugar Dish Me recipes he calls me over and over with crazy questions like, “What do I do if the cookies sort of start to melt together… like now I have just one big cookie?” P.S. In case you weren’t aware, the answer to that is EAT IT).

They’ve left me here with no muse.

And then… this afternoon… this happened:

Now listen, I love a good thunderstorm. I love to watch the rain beat against the windows, I love to see the tree branches sway, I love it when the sky rumbles and lightning streaks across the sky. But let’s be real, ya’ll. I live in a trailer. So storms can go from awesome to worrisome pretty quickly.

We had a few storms the other night that COMPLETELY freaked me out. The first was early in the evening. As soon as massive tree limbs began flying past my kitchen window like a stick you throw for the dog we were OUT. The next one happened at about 2:30 am. The wind was screaming so loud outside that I swear I thought a train was going to drive through our bedroom. I seriously lost my voice for a minute and resorted to grabbing Chad’s arm and pinching super hard to wake him up.

I’m sure he appreciated it.

This afternoon’s storm started like any other. Darkening sky, strengthening wind, low growly thunder. When the rain started I got a text message from Chad (surely he was remembering my immobilizing fear from the other night) asking if I was okay? “Of course I’m okay!,” was my reply. I was busy in my kitchen with a re-run of Bones keeping me company. Totally content.

But all hell broke loose and then I wasn’t really okay anymore. I’m sort of a chicken when there are no babies to play it cool for. The gust of wind that knocked our tree over into the road sounded to ME like it was gonna take the house with it. My next text message went like this: “I am scared.”

Then I explained how the tree is blocking the whole road AND there is no access to our driveway. I stood at the kitchen window clutching my cell phone, and frrrEEEaking out on the inside until Chad got home from work. I watched him march around in the rain and lighting with our neighbor, tie this big ‘ol tree to a truck, and help haul it out of the road.

After that I was so so SO glad for things like sharp cheddar cheese, bacon, oatmeal bread, and avacadoes. Comfort foods at their best.


I used THIS RECIPE for Whole Wheat Oatmeal Sandwich Bread. I am in love with this bread. I’ve been making it at least twice a week for little boy sandwiches. This bread is best friends with peanut butter, but it was very happy to be buttered with melty cheddar cheese, too. It’s easy like that.


I smeared avacado all over one half of the bread and then layered thick slices of bacon and perfectly ripe tomatoes over it. Reduced fat extra sharp cheddar cheese covered the other slice of bread. Butter on the griddle and this was an excellent plan in action.



MMMMMmmm, Mmmmmmm, melty cheese and bacon good.

The avacado and tomatoes weren’t too shabby either.

Loaded Grilled Cheese Sandwiches

Ingredients

slices of your favorite grainy sandwich bread (we used THIS from How Sweet It Is)

sharp cheddar cheese (I went with reduced fat… did you know that Cabot makes a 75% reduced fat cheddar with 1% milk? It is completely delicious)

smashed avacado

thick cut slices of bacon

fresh sliced tomatoes

To Make

One one slice of bread smear the avacado. Top it with bacon slices and then tomatoes. Layer another slice of bread with cheese. Heat a skillet or griddle or flat cook-top (medium to medium high is good). Melt butter across the cooking surface. Put the two prepared slices in the hot butter, bread side down. When the cheese gets sort of warm and is tacky enough to stick to the bread, press the two sides of the sandwich together. Continue cooking until your bread is a nice golden color with a bit of buttery crunch.

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Summer Holiday Parfait




Bite-size cubes of THIS CREAM CHEESE POUNDCAKE, a recipe so simple that Evan read the instructions and made it almost all by himself (point of reference: Evan is 9), layered with Jell-O instant vanilla pudding and fresh sliced strawberries, topped with blue-tinged whipped cream.

Party in a glass.

Happy 4th Everyone!!


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Celebration Ruination


I am a self-proclaimed fireworks junkie.

Growing up, every year for the 4th, we would spread blankets in the shady grass of a little park tucked into the corner of uptown Charlotte, North Carolina, and wait for the action to happen. Usually we’d swing by Kentucky Fried Chicken for a meal to tote with us. Sometimes my mom would make sandwiches. Always the recipe for the afternoon and evening was the same:

You have to arrive at the park hours before the show to find parking and just the right spot to spread out. The shady blanketed place where mom and dad sat was home base. We were free to run through the grass, make friends with neighboring children, feed the geese, do cartwheels, and take a zillion trips over the bridge to peer into the pond below. Reporting back to home base meant a drink, a snack, stretching across one of my grandma’s old quilts, and watching the clouds roll overhead. If you situated yourself just right mom would play with your hair. Asking my dad the time every fifteen minutes was a necessity because between 9:30 and 10 pm the 5 minute warning shot went off and then the fireworks would commence.

We loved the deafening boom that echoed off the buildings. The loud crackles that lit up the air and made us smile and laugh involuntarily. We’d try to pick our favorite displays of color, each one outdone by the one that followed. We’d sit together, faces tilted toward the sky, and watch in awe. Notes of the national anthem would float by, broadcast from a car stereo manned by one of our for-the-night neighbors sharing in the experience. The “grand finale” was a spectacular display of lights, colors, and sounds, all blending together, that seemed to go on and on and on forever until your senses could barely stand it.

When it finally stopped and the sky went dark, there was always a pause. A silence so big and full of awe it was almost audible. Then the night would erupt with cheers and clapping and whoops and hollers as the entire city reveled in the celebration. You could hear crowds cheering from parking lots, stadiums, and rooftop decks for blocks upon blocks, the joy spreading from one picnic blanket to the next.

Then we’d snatch our belongings and race to the car so my dad could try to “beat the traffic”.

I would use every color in my crayon box to recreate the fireworks on construction paper for days.

This tradition peresevered for years and years for our family and many others. I adore the 4th. As we’ve all grown older our Independence Day traditions have moved zip codes and morphed a bit, but we still celebrate and share each other’s company as much as distance and schedules will allow.

Last year Chad and I made every attempt at being present for every fireworks event in a 60 mile radius. We were mostly successful in our endeavor, sitting on the roof of the car in the sticky summer heat watching the sky light up and glitter before our eyes. The town we live near was off their game last year, setting their show off a day earlier than usual. We only caught a glimpse of it by accident while making a late night run to the store for a gallon of milk. I was so disappointed.

Yesterday I came to find out that one of the more amazing shows we caught last year in a tiny mountain town nearby has already happened. The 2012 4th of July Extravaganza was scheduled for June 29th. WHAT. IN. THE. WORLD.

Rescheduling this most important national holiday has become a very common practice; most of the fireworks shows in our area are not even happening on the 4th. What’s worse is that we’d already missed many of them before the weekend even got started good. THAT is celebration ruination. For real.


For me, strawberries, buttermilk, and a cast iron skillet are the kitchen essence of July the 4th. They ring of freshness and tradition with just the right amount of comfort. I need lots of comfort when I miss out on happy holiday things that have carried on my whole life; things I’m only missing out on because of poor event planning and subsequent advertising. Strawberries and buttermilk definitely do the trick.


I baked this cake in my cast iron skillet using Joy the Baker’s flawless recipe. I loaded finished slices of my skillet cake with fresh whipped cream and more sliced fresh strawberries, picked and purchased that same day, courtesy of Knob Creek.


Roasted Strawberry Buttermilk Cake from Joy the Baker

Ingredients

1 small (8 ounce-ish) carton of strawberries, hulled and halved

2 tablespoons maple syrup

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 teensy pinch of kosher salt

2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar

2 1/2 cups all purpose flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 large eggs

1 1/2 cups buttermilk

1/4 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled just a little

1 teaspoon vanilla

3 tablespoons turbinado sugar for sprinkling on top

To Make

Pre-heat the oven to 375 and line a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper.

Put the strawberries in a bowl and in another smaller bowl whisk together the maple syrup, olive oil, and salt. Drizzle this mixture over the strawberries and toss to coat. Spread the strawberries evenly across the parchment paper in a single layer. Roast them for 25-35 minutes; watch them closely! Remove them when the juices thicken but before they start to burn (mine started to burn around the edges and I had to snatch them out!). Empty the strawberries AND their juices into a bowl and toss them with the balsalmic vinegar. Set aside.

Turn the oven up to 400.

Butter the heck out of your 11 inch cast iron skillet. Whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. In a smaller bowl whisk together the buttermilk, eggs, and butter. Then add in the vanilla.

Dump the buttermilk mixture into the flour mixture and stir until it is just smooth and combined. Spread the batter evenly in the buttered cast iron skillet and then spread half of the strawberries over the top. Sprinkle the turbinado sugar over the entire top of the cake.

Bake for 20-25 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the middle comes out clean. **WATCH the cake! Mine started to get a little too dark around the edges**

Serve at room temperature with fresh whipped cream and the remaining roasted strawberries.

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Summer Pizza


I’m melting! I’m melting!!!!
Are you tired of reading about how flipping hot it is?

Yeah, me too.

But that’s too bad, because it is really freaking hot.

My brothers came to visit us yesterday. Know what my brothers like to do when it’s 104 degrees (translation: 9,327 degrees)? Play soccer. And makeshift frisbee golf in the front yard. What. Evuuuur.

Know what I like to do when it’s 9,327 degrees (I mean 104)? Sprawl out in front of a high-speed oscillating fan with a frosty beverage, preferably one with a straw, moving just a teensy bit every few minutes so that i am only ever in contact with the fresh cold fabric of the sheets. I also like to stick my head in the freezer whenever I walk by.

I DO NOT like to turn on the oven. My intention was to eat only watermelon and cantaloupe for the next five days, at least until the thermometer dips back below 90. Cereal also made the list. If this were a reality show my family would have voted me off. Apparently the hard-working man and growing boys need substance. And if I leave them to their own devices while I eat my weight in watermelon, they are likely to patronize Burger King 3 times a day.

At least if I’m in the kitchen I can keep my frosty beverage filled. There are also more opportunities to stick my head in the freezer.

It is my executive decision, however, that if we have to eat more than just cold fruit and/or ice cream throughout the course of this awful heat wave, that I will be adding cold food where it doesn’t belong. Grilled chicken can only be consumed after refrigeration. Pasta sauce will consist only of picchi pacchiu (overnight UNCOOKED tomatoes, garlic, and basil). We will put slaw on pizza.

Slaw has already made itself at home on top of hamburgers and hot dogs. I figure pizza is just the natural progression of things.

I found this recipe at the Burlesque Baker, which she modified from THIS RECIPE, courtesy of The Golden Bear in Sacramento, CA. Something about caramelized onions and honey slaw made me want it bad.



This pizza started with homemade whole wheat dough, lightly brushed with olive oil, sprinkled with a bit of garlic powder, and then totally smothered in caramelized onions. A few generous sprinkles of parmesan cheese were added, along with just a smidge of shredded mozzarella, and then crumbled mild Italian sausage. I baked it to my slightly crisp crust preference and then cooled it completely.

Then we slathered each slice in cool and crispy sweet honey slaw and dug in.


Wanna know something?

I’m not even really that crazy about coleslaw. Neither is Chad. It’s just not our thing.

But we INHALED this summer pizza. It was that good.

Caramelized Onion & Honey Slaw Pizza

Ingredients

For the Slaw:

  • 3 cups of shredded cabbage
  • 3/4 cup shredded carrots
  • 1/4 cup shredded red cabbage (optional; I left it out because I couldn’t find and red cabbage smaller than a basketball)

OR 1 (16 ounce) bag of prepared slaw mix

  • 1/4 cup olive oil
  • 1/8 cup balsamic vinegar
  • 2 tablespoons honey
  • 2 tablespoons light mayonnaise
  • 2 teaspoons sugar
  • salt & pepper to taste

For the Pizza:

  • 1 recipe Simple Homemade Pizza Dough using 3 cups whole wheat flour & 1 cup all-purpose flour (makes 2 crusts; the following ingredient list will yield ONE PIZZA)
  • about a tablespoon of olive oil (to brush on the crust)
  • a sprinkle of garlic powder (to season the crust)
  • 2 Vidalia onions, very thinly sliced
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • about 1/3 cup shredded parmesan cheese, or to taste
  • 1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
  • 1 cup cooked & crumbled Italian sausage (hot or mild)

To Make

To prepare the slaw combine the shredded cabbage, carrots, and red cabbage in a large bowl. In a smaller bowl whisk together the olive oil, balsamic vinegar, honey, light mayonnaise, sugar, and salt & pepper. Pour the dressing over the cabbage mix and toss to coat. Refrigerate.

Put the 2 tablespoons of butter and 1 tablespoon of olive oil in a medium non-stick skillet and melt the butter over medium heat. Add the onions and stir occasionally, cooking slowly over medium heat until they are soft and caramel colored.

Pre-heat the oven to 500 (if using a pizza stone) NOT BROIL. If you are cooking your pizza conventionally on the back of a cookie sheet 450 will do.

Brush your pizza dough lightly with the olive oil and then sprinkle the garlic powder across it. Spread the caramelized onions evenly (I like to press mine with the back of a fork a little so they smear like jam). Sprinkle the parmesan, then the mozzarella, then the sausage evenly over the onion-ey dough. Bake for about 8 minutes, or until the pizza reaches your desired done-ness.

Let the pizza cool a little, slice, and top each piece with the honey slaw.

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