October 7, 2012
These not-so-ordinary pancakes come from the Clinton St. Baking Company Cookbook – a gift I received from Mike two Christmases ago when I first moved to the city and lived on St. Marks Place. Since we started dating, we made a ritual of going to this tiny restaurant three times every February to experience the special flavors of “Pancake Month.” A simply ingenious invention by the owners to drum up business during their slowest time of year, Pancake Month now draws flocks of people for banana pancakes with bavarian cream and toasted coconut, or our favorite, a short stack studded with chocolate chunks and fresh raspberries topped with raspberry-caramel sauce.
This lazy Saturday’s homemade plate of pancakes were a celebratory stack, a labor of love. Typical pancakes are not very time intensive. Throw a couple ingredients in a bowl while the pan heats up, pour ‘em on, and behold: pancakes. Clinton Street-style pancakes, however, with their eleven ingredients and folded whipped egg whites managed to make a sinkful of dishes… along with some of the lightest pancakes on the planet.
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December 11, 2011
I’ve seen baked oatmeal – sometimes called “boatmeal” – mentioned on blogs for a while now. With half of a can of pumpkin left after making my scrumptious baked bean cornbread casserole, this morning seemed like the perfect time to give baked oatmeal a whirl. I used Chocolate Covered Katie’s recipe with a quarter cup of pumpkin, a quarter cup of milk, 1.5 T of Grade B maple syrup to sweeten and I omitted the nutmeg. Sorry nutmeg, sometimes you’re just too powerful.
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November 11, 2011
It’s been one year since we met again, and this time I finally fell in love. Yes, I’m talking to you, bananas.
Ever since I can remember, I desperately tried to like bananas. Once or twice a year, I would open one up and take a bite in hopes that I would finally accept it. Now it’s important to note that for me texture is incredibly important in liking a food. As much as I wanted to enjoy the banana, I found the combination of the internal sliminess and exterior of the edible portion’s dry-and-near-fuzziness repulsive (and if you viewed bananas in those terms, you would likely agree). I’d try banana chunks on cereal, a whole fruit straight up, chocolate-covered bananas or a piece blended in a smoothie. (Ok, so texture was not an issue in the smoothie as much as the overwhelming flavor – I could taste even 1/10th of a banana in my icy treat.) But no matter what I tried, it was the same story: Bananas are yucky.
About a year ago, Mike was buying bananas at the supermarket weekly and never finishing the bunch. After the third time a banana wound up in the garbage, I knew I had to take action. It was high time for another Banana Trial, and this time I needed to be strategic with a different plan of attack. Plain bananas just wouldn’t work. What could I pair it with that has an equally strong flavor that would be complementary to the sweet produce?
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November 4, 2011
One of my favorite things about bed and breakfasts, is of course, the breakfast.
Last spring, Mike
surprised tried to surprise me with a weekend getaway. He told me to keep a particular weekend free because he had something planned, but I’m just awful with surprises. Now if I didn’t know there was something coming, I would be pleasantly shocked when the unexpected revealed itself. But if I know there is a surprise, I want to know what it is. I’m like a six-year old in that regard. We spent hours debating how he could have actually surprised me, and I think it comes down to a fake plan and lying, which is probably not the best solution.
Anyhow, things at work were six-days-a-week busy to the point that on Sundays all that we did was laundry, necessary errands, and watch movies. Mike wanted to do something fun, so he booked us a stay at the top-ranked B&B up in Mystic Connecticut where we could visit the Aquarium and explore the town on bikes. He picked this one because of the rave reviews for their breakfasts. (I think the boy might know me pretty well…) Little did Mike realize, March in Mystic is in the realm of freezing temperatures. No bike riding for us, but bundled up in winter gear with gloves, we did visit the aquarium and penguins.
I spent an inordinate amount of time petting rays and sharks for a person in their mid-twenties…
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October 14, 2011
My family and I went apple picking last weekend. Let’s just say that will be the last time I go apple picking for at least five years. Without little kids, it just isn’t worth walking through a dusty, winding orchard and stepping on rotting apples to grab a bunch of fruit that I could have gotten for half the price at the farmer’s market. It just plain feels like work. That we paid for.
At least they are some darned good apples! Pictured here, with some caramel I had been trying to hunt down.
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