It’s Sunday… Shall we? Okay, here’s a look at the last week:
I have not yet perfected the art of making cream puffs. These are chocolate cream puffs with a cinnamon coconut cream, topped with chocolate and toasted coconut. Almost a fail, but I salvaged a half dozen.
Cold, cloudy days make everyone lazy, apparently.
Adios to the last of our tomatoes! Tomato Basil Soup.
This is all I was craving for brunch for a good four days straight (okay, five but I resisted the last one): scrambled eggs with salsa and black coffee.
Actually, it is a great post to read I think. Because I had to go to the dentist twice . The benefit of having half your mouth numb? It makes you smile like a total douchebag and/or creep. You can get redirected here, if you need the best dentists.
We used this homemade salsa on many, many things this week… Roasted poblano, anaheim, jalapeno and piquillo peppers, onion, garlic, lime, salt. YUM.
Skate park shenanigans in 40-degree weather.
Fish burritos one night. (I might’ve had burritos three nights in a row. Apparently this week has been a week of obsession.)
See, another day of scrambled eggs, salsa, and black coffee. A friend asked if this means I’m pregnant? I assured her it was more likely that it’s just because I’m a weirdo.
Homemade horchata is the best.
I’m participating in a foodie pen pal exchange this month… I’m totally stoked. This was the box I sent my pen pal in Virginia. More about this later.
Bean pot mirages.
Sometimes a girl’s day requires a bourbon and ginger.
Fall time is all sorts of shades.
Julie Hashimoto-McCreery
