This bread has been on constant rotation around our house lately. It is delicious (especially right out of the oven) and it is pretty healthy so I feel good about eating it, too. I have always found baking to be really therapeutic, and I seem to have a major baking itch lately. January has called for some serious comfort food and therapy in the form of baking it seems.
Before berry season comes to an end, I had to sneak in one recipe using all of the fresh berries at the market. These muffins are a favorite in our house because they are easy to make and bursting with berry goodness. This recipe takes the standard blueberry muffin and elevates it with the addition of three other berries. Cinnamon adds some warmth and greek yogurt cuts some of the fat so you can feel a little better about your waistline. Even though it is after Labor Day, it still feels very much like summer here in Texas!
Whenever I am looking for a delicious dish, I always turn to Ina. Seriously, every single dish that I have tried of hers is always pretty amazing. I am so confident in the deliciousness of her food that I have actually made Ina recipes that I have never even tried before and served them to company. Isn’t that the number one rule for entertaining: NEVER serve something that you have not made before? I mean, if that isn’t the truest test of faith! I do have to admit that this behavior even makes the most faithful nervous but Ina has never led me astray.
I’ve been feeling somewhat uninspired lately. Uninspired in the kitchen, uninspired to write, and even more uninspired to get up at 7 a.m. to exercise outside before it hits 100 degrees. I’m not sure if it is the endless heat wave in Dallas or my body telling me to slow down, but it sure feels like a “funk” and quite frankly, I am over it.
Greetings from Texas! I know, it has been ages. I am sure many of you are wondering if I just forgot about Plum Pie completely in a heat-induced memory coma. Fear not, I could never forget! But I am just now beginning to feel like a normal person again after the move. The good news is that Andrew the H, Henry the dog, and I are finally moved in and semi-settled at our new house. We made the journey in less than a week with two stops, two very full cars, one adorable dog, and lots of Wendy’s kids meals (Admit it. You love the mini frosty, too.). And once I found the Casey Anthony trial on Sirius XM’s HSN radio channel, the trip just flew by. Okay, that is a slight exaggeration, but it did provide some fascinating road trip entertainment.
Ah, June. Usually you are peaceful, if not a little bit hot, but always full of long afternoons, dreams of beach vacations, and gallons of lemonade. Did you forget? You are meant for relaxing and blissfully licking ice cream out of waffle cones as it melts down your fingers. I must say, you are acting a little crazy these days. I mean, I get it. Sometimes things can get a little crazy. But can we relax a little bit in July? Maybe even August, too? I don’t want to be greedy here, but sleep deprived is really not a good look for me.
Well, well, weeelll. LOOK who turned one year old this weekend?! No, not Henry the dog. Plum Pie the blog, that’s who! I have to say, even though this little blog has a ways to go, it sure has come a long way since the beginning days. And if I am being completely honest here, I did have a “test” blog on blogspot for a few months before I moved to this one and let me tell you, it is quite frightening. If anyone could ever unearth that thing, you would surely agree with me. Just trust me.
Have you ever tried to make fresh squeezed lemonade? Because it is the bomb and so, so easy. Seriously, you will thank me later. In fact, it may change your entire summer. Promise. Have I convinced you to try it, yet? I had actually never made my own fresh squeezed lemonade until the summer of 1995 when I reached the apparent maximum on my lemonade spending allowance. Didn’t know there was such a thing as a lemonade allowance? Me either, until I had one. Let’s back up a bit shall we? Growing up, my family spent every summer in the then-sleepy beach town of Seaside, Florida. Some may recognize the location from The Truman Show, which launched the beginning of the New Seaside as we now know it. Hardly recognizable these days. True Hollywood Story.