1. Split and remove the pit from a plump date.
2. Press in 3 walnut halves.
Treat: A tasty faux cookie without turning on the oven. (Thanks for the tip, Deborah.)
1. Split and remove the pit from a plump date.
2. Press in 3 walnut halves.
Treat: A tasty faux cookie without turning on the oven. (Thanks for the tip, Deborah.)
They say that you shouldn’t go to the grocery store hungry. I understand the logic behind that old adage but isn’t that when buying provisions is the least tedious and the most fun? Every aisle holds so much potential for deliciousness. Plain old broccoli sounds utterly mouth-watering. Bananas feel magical. Bread could make me faint. (Well, that’s always the case.) Hungry supermarket cruising is exactly what credit cards are made for.
Read more1. Peel and freeze 2 overripe bananas.
2. Blend frozen bananas with 1/3 cup milk (coconut, almond, cow - your choice), a fat pinch of ground cinnamon or cardamom, and a splash of vanilla.
Treat: A surprisingly refreshing, icy cold, creamy and fortifying shake for when banana bread's on summer vacation. (Thanks, Josepha!)
I’m going to tell you the truth about this post. The tone was completely different the first time I wrote it. I was singing a completely different tune. You see, I was planning on telling you how I had come to the conclusion that all of those annoying rules about making jam at home were just for suckers. I was going to tell you that I had figured out how to make excellent jam by just trusting my heart and having fun. But then I realized that in this case my heart just couldn’t be trusted.
Read more1. In a small pot, heat 1 cup water, 1 cup sugar, 6 slices peeled ginger, and 8 sprigs mint. Cool completely then strain.
2. Pour syrup over watermelon slices.
Treat: Gussied up watermelon fit for a party. (It's the Freshenup of fresh fruit.)
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Coconut has been enjoying some serious time in the spotlight these days
and I'm all for it. My parents were born in Sri Lanka, which is prime
coconut-eating territory. Coconut appears in some form in basically
every dish the island has to offer. Literally every one. Breakfast,
lunch, dinner, and dessert. Not to mention, the spoons are made of
coconut shells, the floor is cleaned with brooms made from coconut
fibers, the mats underfoot are woven coconut husks, the ubiquitous,
brutally strong liquor is fermented coconut sap, and if you’re my dapper
grandfather, your hair is slicked back with coconut oil.
Raiding the freezer in Maine on another holiday weekend. A frozen-fruit thief in the night means fresh jam for the morning. I just figured out that I love the sound of mixing frozen blueberries with sugar. It kind of sounds like snowshoeing. Which I actually kind of hate.