The past two weeks have been crazy and there has been little time to post! Between snow days and work obligations and swim classes for G, I have barely had time for sleep. Okay, that is a bit dramatic but you get the idea. The big day is here and I would be the worst if I didn’t get this recipe up before the weekend. I mean, could you think of a better breakfast in bed treat from your loved one?! Hint hint.
This breakfast casserole is a Christmas morning staple in our house. It is incredibly easy to throw together the day before and then you just pop it in the oven an hour before you would like to serve it. Sausage and apples are a delicious combo and honestly, they are so subtle in this dish. You could leave them out if you’d like, but they really do add a yummy sweetness to the dish. If you are a fan of breakfast casseroles, you will absolutely love this one!
Christmas morning has always been my favorite part of the year. I have such fond memories of waking up with my sister, often before sunrise, to dig into our stockings. Now, I prefer to sleep in until the sun comes up, but Christmas morning is still my favorite. I love snuggling around the fire in my Christmas pjs, slippers, and a cup of hot tea. We always have a delicious breakfast spread before we unwrap all of the presents under the tree. This year will be the most special as it is our first Christmas with Gracie. I know that she doesn’t understand Christmas yet and certainly won’t be unwrapping her own presents, but I can’t wait to see her face when she sees all of the wrapping paper and ribbons and tissue to play with. I can’t wait to start new traditions and celebrate old ones with my precious baby girl.
Something about cooler weather makes me want to get in the kitchen and bake! Which is great news for Andrew the H since we have been eating way too much takeout since G was born almost SEVEN months ago! The bad news for Andrew is that the first thing I crave in the fall is pumpkin bread. He says every year that he does not like pumpkin, and every year, I try to convince him that yes, yes he does like it. It’s like groundhog day. I bake loaf after loaf of pumpkin bread. I say “Andrew, try this one. I think you will like it.” I add chocolate chips. “Really. You will definitely like it this time. It has chocolate!!” I pack snack bags of pumpkin bread for him to take to work only to find it months later in the backseat of his car. I mean…
We love pancakes over here at Plum Pie. In fact, they are a staple on our weekend brunch rotation. And since bikini season snuck up on me yet again, I decided to pull out my trusty, no-fail, grain goddess cookbook by none other than the Kim Boyce. (I love her as you can see here and here) You can totally justify dousing your ‘cakes with butter and syrup when you have added whole grains and oats to your batter. Or at least that is what I am going with.
Just call me Master Cheesemaker. On second thought, don’t. But I would like to inform you that I have officially made homemade ricotta. Twice. Yep, you read that right. I am officially crossing “make your own cheese” off the bucket list. And guess what? You can, too! After several years of carting my plastic wrapped, brand new cheesecloth from apartment to apartment, I finally busted it open and took it for a test run. Watch out Cowgirl Creamery, here I come. No, I joke. I could never do anything that required molding or resting, aging or brining. But what I can do is this. Add milk, cream, and buttermilk to a pot. Heat for 15 minutes. Let sit for 30. Drain in cheesecloth. Eat. As my Food Network leading lady, Ina Garten, would say, “how easy is that??” It is ridiculously easy indeed, Ina.
Happy Cinco de Mayo! It’s already Thursday, can you believe it? I must have been in a Royal Wedding daze or something. Where did this week go? What an eventful one it has been already! And I’m not talking about the news, people; This is not that kind of blog.
So on Monday, I had the bright idea to try to be a part-time vegan (no weekends, those are always eat out days). I decided going vegan was a good idea—even though the texture of tofu, the essential protein of veggies and vegans, sort of weirds me out. The idea sounds nice though doesn’t it? So that was Monday. I bought almond milk and tofu (I know!) and Earth Balance butter. Baby steps!
So, I don’t know about you, but I am pret-ty excited about this royal wedding. After watching every single special on television this week (and taping a few others), I feel incredibly knowledgeable about the big day. While most of you out there are completely over all of the hub-bub, I simply can’t wait. I get it. Who are these people? The idea of a monarchy is sooooo 1540. How terribly borrr-ing. Blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard it all. My husband likes to mock me constantly over my endless fascination, and now, I think he simply is starting to feel sorry for me. For the past week, he has insulted Prince William’s looks (okay, okay he used to have a better hairline but he absolutely does not look like a horse!) but in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with him that a little whitening gel and Invisalign from Tom Cruise’s dentist couldn’t fix. This has been a nightly
argument discussion this week.