This is for all my mama friends (okay, maybe just the two of you), who asked for this recipe. I first made these muffins for a dear friend as “payment” for a luxurious body pillow and other odd gifts she bestowed upon me. Not sure if you are in the know, but pillows are expensive… Let alone one that is crafted to hug your entire body! She asked for something sweet, a small treat per se, for her husband, and these are the gems I whipped up.
It was just before Thanksgiving when I experimented with the recipe, so indeed, pumpkin (and cranberries too!) were quite fitting. I was utterly delighted with their baked goodness. The pumpkin flavor is rich, and the fresh cranberries paired with orange zest are quite the party in your mouth. The crunch of millet and specks of fresh ground cloves throughout are nothing but the… Continue reading
I don’t have much to say about these scones except that I ate six of them in the past two days. Whoops. Sorry husband and child. I barely shared. Now, this confession alone should surely convince you that you ought to be feasting on them for your next meal, but if it doesn’t, perhaps the maple cinnamon butter they pair with will. That’s right. Not only am I sharing a recipe filled with butter and sugar, but two recipes full of nothing but butter and sugar! Maybe that will get you off your rocker and into the kitchen.
Don’t get me wrong. The hearty taste of pumpkin still rings thru beautifully. And to be fair, there is only 1/2 cup of sugar for the entire batch of scones, so the calorie count could be higher. But indeed, these scones are a true treat: studded with tangy cranberries and swirled with… Continue reading
So maybe I live under a rock.
Is this a thing? Coconut crusted French toast? Because if it isn’t a thing, it darn well should be. I wanted French toast this morning, and as I hunted and gathered food from inside the fridge and around my cupboards, I noticed a theme: coconuts. Aside from the usual French toast ingredients, I had a mason jar filled with leftover canned coconut milk (the thick, creamy, decadent kind), a carton of coconut milk, and a bag of desiccated coconut. And that’s where the ingenious idea for coconut-crusted, custard-dipped, cinnamoned and spiced French toast came to be.
Was it good? Are you kidding me? Out of this world good. Shoveling in forkfuls, I asked Graham, “Why isn’t this a thing?!” (And again, maybe it is; remember, I don’t get out much.) And then I said to him, “I should be a chef.”
And with… Continue reading
When it comes to breakfast foods, these muffins paired with a pot of English breakfast tea, are my husband’s absolute favourite. As for me, a cup of coffee with cream and, ideally, some sort of homemade sweet start me off just right. And then, when my coffee’s long gone, I move on to elevenses (or second breakfasts) which consists of a more substantial and sometimes savoury feast: eggs, oatmeal, toast, yogurt, Belgian waffles… It all depends on the little miss, and just how long she’ll allow me to share my attention with say a frying pan, toaster oven or microwave. Alas, some days cookies and cold coffee are all I get.
But back to the breakfast du jour. We first discovered these muffins at our favourite coffee shop. And ever since Graham first sampled one a few years back, any time we stop in for coffee a) Graham must… Continue reading
I made these scones just before birdie, our little one, was born. I saved two out of the bakers dozen and added them to the pancake meal I had previously made (and froze; pancakes and waffles freeze so wonderfully and reheat like a charm in the toaster oven!) to take with us to the birth center. Not knowing when birdie’s birth day would be, or what hour she’d make her grand debut, I decided a breakfast feast would be the perfect celebratory post-birth meal. Comforting, sweet, full of delicious carbs (giving birth is indeed a full-on marathon) and welcome at any hour.
As it turns out, she was born at 12:59am. We spent the first several hours, food far from thought, just plain in awe of her. We passed her back and forth, quieting her when she decided to be heard, and simply soaked in her beauty. Did you know… Continue reading