Showing posts with label desert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label desert. Show all posts
Friday, January 27, 2012
So where does that leave me?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Pâtissierie pheromones
This weekend two of my dearest friends got married and I brought all their things home with me so they could whisk away to their Hawaiian Honeymoon. Included in these wedding items was the remnants of their cake. Three. Boxes. FULL.
Thus, I was left alone in an empty condo with 20lbs of contraband. The only thing keeping me from having my own honeymoon and making sweet love to that beautiful body of sweetness was the memory of throwing up at the wedding after having a little bit. Yes, I snuck some bites, I'm not gonna lie and say I learned my lesson a few weeks ago. At least this time I was able to limit myself (probably because my friends were there telling me I was making a horrific mistake) and promptly slipped away from the festivities ("I need to pee") to take a nice brisk walk through the moonlit vineyard (aka: high-tailed my ass out of earshot and tossed my cookies on some grapevines)
I took one box to work Monday and fed a chunk of it to the kids ten minutes before I left. It was win-win, really; I got rid of the goods and got the satisfaction of knowing their sugar frenzy kicked in as soon as my car rounded the corner. I pawned another box off on my women's group last night and the last box went to the other kid today. I'm glad it's all out of my hands because I don't trust myself to be alone with it for another day. The chemistry between us is just too much to bear and I can only be good for so long.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Stevia fail
I just learned the hard way that you can't bake with Stevia.
Never in my life have I had such a violent reaction to something being in my mouth. I tried substituting Stevia for sugar in a recipe and please take me on my word: IT. WAS. VILE. Bitter and metallic and sour are the tastes that erupted in my mouth when I took a bite of the desert I'd made. I immediately spat it right back into the dish, something I've never done before...I've been known to be a pretty finicky eater, and used to reject most every new thing I tried, but I'd usually finish the first bite and refuse more. So you can imagine just how horrible this really tasted.
Back to the drawing board!
Never in my life have I had such a violent reaction to something being in my mouth. I tried substituting Stevia for sugar in a recipe and please take me on my word: IT. WAS. VILE. Bitter and metallic and sour are the tastes that erupted in my mouth when I took a bite of the desert I'd made. I immediately spat it right back into the dish, something I've never done before...I've been known to be a pretty finicky eater, and used to reject most every new thing I tried, but I'd usually finish the first bite and refuse more. So you can imagine just how horrible this really tasted.
Back to the drawing board!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
I'm plum awesome
My new job, in addition to being awesome, had the added bonus of having an extremely fecund plum tree.
Not that I'm really allowed to eat them, but hating to see them go to waste, I decided to try to make something with them. I'd vowed to come up with a pie recipe and it's been on my mind alot, so...
Crust:
3c almond meal
1/2ts sea salt
1/2ts baking powder
1/2c grapeseed oil
4tbsp Greek yogurt
1ts vanilla extract
Combine ingredients and press into bottom and onto sides of dish.
Bake at 325 for 10 minutes
Filling:
Green apple
5 large or 7ish medium sized plums
1/2 lemon
1/3c oat flour
Cut green apple and put it on a plate/dish/etc. with the bottom covered in water. Pop it in the oven for 5-10 minutes on 325.
Skin and cut apple into chunks.
Cut up plums.
In a bowl, combine fruit, squeeze juice from 1/2 lemon, add oat flour.
Stir well and pour into crust.
Bake at 300 for 5-10 minutes.
Voila!
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta!
Not that I'm really allowed to eat them, but hating to see them go to waste, I decided to try to make something with them. I'd vowed to come up with a pie recipe and it's been on my mind alot, so...
Crust:
3c almond meal
1/2ts sea salt
1/2ts baking powder
1/2c grapeseed oil
4tbsp Greek yogurt
1ts vanilla extract
Combine ingredients and press into bottom and onto sides of dish.
Bake at 325 for 10 minutes
Filling:
Green apple
5 large or 7ish medium sized plums
1/2 lemon
1/3c oat flour
Cut green apple and put it on a plate/dish/etc. with the bottom covered in water. Pop it in the oven for 5-10 minutes on 325.
Skin and cut apple into chunks.
Cut up plums.
In a bowl, combine fruit, squeeze juice from 1/2 lemon, add oat flour.
Stir well and pour into crust.
Bake at 300 for 5-10 minutes.
Voila!
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Identity Crisis
I was the girl:
that ordered desert first...and often skipped the entree and ordered another desert.
that baked pies and cakes for every occasion.
that ate 2 dozen donuts in one day.
that drank drinks so sweet, it made other people's teeth crack.
who never cooked anything other than deserts unless it was a holiday or I was trying to impress a girl.
who dipped already sweet fruit in sugar.
that lived for good BBQ.
that lived on frozen tv dinners, Mochi, dried fruit, It's-Its, pie and BBQ.
that never read the nutrition labels or ingredients and didn't give a hoot about it
who once recieved 10 pies for her birthday.
that threw sprinkle & icing parties. (If you never attended one, you've truly missed out on something epic)
that ate so much at The Texas State Fair that she had to make herself throw up just to go eat more.
who drank 1-2 gallons of milk a week.
who was more a 5-hour-rule girl than a 5-second-rule one.
that traveled everywhere with beef jerky, dried mango and Smirnoff in her backpack.
that never went to a store, got gas or saw a movie without buying at least one candy bar, usually three, sometimes five.
who thought street/fair/carnival foods were gifts of the gods and seized every opportunity to shove my face full of them.
that never in a million years thought I'd give any of that up.
that ordered desert first...and often skipped the entree and ordered another desert.
that baked pies and cakes for every occasion.
that ate 2 dozen donuts in one day.
that drank drinks so sweet, it made other people's teeth crack.
who never cooked anything other than deserts unless it was a holiday or I was trying to impress a girl.
who dipped already sweet fruit in sugar.
that lived for good BBQ.
that lived on frozen tv dinners, Mochi, dried fruit, It's-Its, pie and BBQ.
that never read the nutrition labels or ingredients and didn't give a hoot about it
who once recieved 10 pies for her birthday.
that threw sprinkle & icing parties. (If you never attended one, you've truly missed out on something epic)
that ate so much at The Texas State Fair that she had to make herself throw up just to go eat more.
who drank 1-2 gallons of milk a week.
who was more a 5-hour-rule girl than a 5-second-rule one.
that traveled everywhere with beef jerky, dried mango and Smirnoff in her backpack.
that never went to a store, got gas or saw a movie without buying at least one candy bar, usually three, sometimes five.
who thought street/fair/carnival foods were gifts of the gods and seized every opportunity to shove my face full of them.
that never in a million years thought I'd give any of that up.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Better Than Ice Cream
1/2c nuts (I used almond flour)
1c frozen banana
1c diced fruit of your choice (I just added more banana)
1/2ts vanilla extract (I used organic, pure, non-alcoholic)
1/4-1/2c non-dairy milk (I used 1/4c almond milk)
Blend in processor or blender until smooth.
The "better" part is purely hearsay and subject to one's own interpretation...in my case, I feel it depicts healthiness vs tastiness. Nonetheless, this is an acceptable substitute seeing as how pureeing sweet potatoes, as was suggested to me, did not equate to a palatable option.
1c frozen banana
1c diced fruit of your choice (I just added more banana)
1/2ts vanilla extract (I used organic, pure, non-alcoholic)
1/4-1/2c non-dairy milk (I used 1/4c almond milk)
Blend in processor or blender until smooth.
The "better" part is purely hearsay and subject to one's own interpretation...in my case, I feel it depicts healthiness vs tastiness. Nonetheless, this is an acceptable substitute seeing as how pureeing sweet potatoes, as was suggested to me, did not equate to a palatable option.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)