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Strawberry Rhubarb Almond Crumble

Le 21 novembre 2017, 04:32 dans Humeurs 0

We are staring down the last week of school and we are all too ready for the holiday.

The other night, at the end of the longest day master of social science, I realized how much I'm looking forward to this season. Not just for the days at the pool, the road trips planned, and ice cream cones promised after dinner. There's also the need to feel the exuberance of it somehow. It's a feeling I've had before. And, it feels good to feel it again, as things seemed slightly offset lately serviced apartments hong kong. Like when the printing plates don't line up exactly right so whatever you're reading has a shadow aura hovering slightly to one side. You can see what things are supposed to look like, but can't quite trick your eyes into seeing them right myob premier.

And so, here's to summer, and to Strawberry Rhubarb Almond Crumble — it has a trick in the crumble that changes the game entirely. It's a recipe to keep for when stone fruits are around. Happy days, pals. Talk again soon.

those bakery cookies

Le 21 novembre 2017, 04:31 dans Humeurs 0

Today my second cookbook, five years in the making, Smitten Kitchen Every Day: Triumphant & Unfussy New Favorites, at last leaves my noisy, messy kitchen and, perhaps, makes its way into yours. I am, as ever, a nervous wreck. I hope you love it. I hope you find a new favorite recipe (or 5) in it.

I hope you make the granola biscotti and have them on hand for breakfasts and snacks for weeks; I hope your weekend is filled with sticky toffee waffles and breakfast potato skins. I hope you make a big batch of the dressing and the crumbs tonight for the kale caesar right away and keep them in jars in your fridge so that you can make more every night, as we do for weeks on end throughout the year and when you need a break, move onto the sushi takeout cobb. I hope you’re as excited as I am that there’s a soup section this time (including a mini-matzo ball soup that’s completely vegetarian and a grandma-style chicken noodle soup that’s cozy and economical and the only way I’ve made it since). I hope you find that the artichoke galette tastes a whole lot like that retro parmesan artichoke dip and it’s not an accident; I hope you don’t roll your eyes when you read about Debröd (but I’ll understand if you do); I hope you see why I make that herby baked camembert for every party and probably always will. I hope you’re excited that most of the mains are vegetarian again (halloumi sheet pan roasts and puffy dinner pancakes and a wild mushroom shepherd’s pie) but the meat dishes are ones I couldn’t shut up about (meatballs marsala with buttered egg noodles, street cart-style chicken and rice and short rib carnitas). And I hope you know that one of the most bonkers parts of this book is the Party Cake Builder, 7 different one-bowl, dead-simple cakes and 4 easy frostings (think: The ‘I Want Chocolate Cake’ Cake and then some) you can mix and match and present as cupcakes or sheet cakes or layer cakes without a lot of planning because I know — believe me, I know — most birthday cakes are made with love, devotion, and good intentions, but also at the last minute. And I hope you’ll see why I think the cookie section has some of my favorite recipes yet, because we’re finally going to crack the code of those bakery cookies so they at last taste even better than they look.

so I still think

Le 28 août 2017, 06:09 dans Humeurs 0

No sleep tonight, and turned the old photos gradually mottled in sight, not past angry. I think time is sometimes nonsensical madness of treason, don't know where the youth mature turning point, but do not know who will be in the troubled youth who in the youth grows, so I still think.

For a long time no calm down, combing the mess of the past clouds, rare night without sleep, the window has a month call, the wind outside the door linger. For a long time ago, and friends to talk to talk to his novels, his novels with those of the past, heart up waves, I seem to have for a long time without the past thin spread, those falling in time in the personnel already in a crowded out of the trail, the young face embedded in the dusty Notepad a No one shows any interest in.

Now, I decided to put a thing of the past are cut, the high school, who had been in my youth flowery face once again beating my girlish window, but then I donned the hedgehog skin, not too much nor too restless, enron.

Remember, the boy had some strange youth in the humble living, humble to the dust deep bottom, how many midnight, he was a man hiding in the corner is full of lonely sobs, it seems that even the effort to turn around out, leaving only a skin loose on the streets. Sometimes he was thinking, "if there were not so many good unions, weak, would it be so much less head and loneliness?". Now, not so much if, with all but traveler just pain, or sweet or it will be rolled into the dust years finally fell in the sea of stars, which once struggled in the youth in the youth, finally will be secretly on a dark night still open even before the flowers, even after thorns everywhere covered all over with cuts and bruises.

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