I’ve always been a breakfast person, but I never gave much thought to breakfast in bed. Now, it seems all I needed was the right equipment.
Kate at Pacific Merchants sent me a beautiful acacia woodBreakfast in Bed set to try out. The tray, plate, and bowl are light and they feel good and smooth in my hands. The natural wood color really shows off the food you serve on it.
Like Pacific, I’m a fan of everyday luxuries and life’s simple pleasures. A pretty bowl of plump raspberries. A new lipstick called ‘Lady Danger.’ On a weekend, a pretty tray with matching plates and bowls makes breakfast feel even more special. This set is great for a Sunday morning treat, and I also found myself also using it to elevate even the most simple of breakfasts: avocado toast. A jar of water with fresh cucumber slices on the side, and I felt like I was being really, really nice to myself.
The idea of breakfast in bed inspired me to make a breakfast galette. You know I love galettes, both savory and sweet, and this one also calls again for my most favorite, versatile dough: pâte brisée. And what could be better than a cheesy, oniony galette with an egg on it? A *mini* breakfast galette baked just for you. This recipe makes two single-serving galettes. You know what means. A really good flaky crust to filling ratio.
So here’s the plan. The night before you want to surprise someone with breakfast in bed, make the dough and store it in the fridge. On Sunday morning, roll it out, layer it with bacon, cheese, and shallots, and bake it off. This is easy enough to do while you let your boo sleep in.
This is my favorite picture. I don’t remember what we were laughing about but it must’ve been good. Eve snapped the photo at our brunch engagement party, which our friends hosted at her and Kit’s new apartment. There was a ton of food, including biscuits and quiche (recipes from my blog!!), and Katie’s famous strawberry salad. Kit made brisket because now I’ve been to Austin and know that I really, really love brisket.
I also love this photo because in a sense it’s now old. Dated. Those two lovely people you see on the left are now getting married! And Eve, photographer extraordinaire, and Kit, our brisket champion, are engaged, too! Another friend also got engaged this spring. I am so happy I have friends along for this ride.
So much good. So much happiness.
Shrimp Dannys were also on the brunch menu, of course. You haven’t heard of them? Kit brought these puff-pastry-wrapped shrimp to a brunch at our place once, and Danny liked them so much they were named after him. We now want them at every party ever.
And what’s a party without balloons? With us at this party were a ton of balloons hanging around the kitchen and living room with a photo of Danny and me tied at the end of each string. It was a floating tour of our relationship. You could walk through the highlights of the past three and a half years. Such a sweet surprise.
That feeling I had in Vegas welled up in me again, my heart swollen: I think I’m in love with our friends. Continue reading
We came across this little smoker during a cooking class at Charleston Cooks! The instructor smoked pork chops in 20 minutes, and at a price tag less than $40 we had to have this smoker, too. Meat is the obvious choice for what to smoke first, but I couldn’t help trying something unexpected: fruit.
Billy of Wit & Vinegar is hosting Popsicle Week and I wanted to come up with something special, especially since this summer’s mascot is smokin’ hot Mariah circa 1999.
Ripe peaches and smoke floating up from a grill are sure signs of summer, and here I put them together with a Smoked Peaches and Cream Pop. It’s a fun twist on the classic peaches and cream flavor combination. The first taste is striking because the smoke is unexpected. Soon that smoked peach pop is gone and you’re looking for another one. This is a standard-looking popsicle but it packs surprising flavor. Continue reading
By the time I watched Melissa Clark put the finishing touches on the prettiest cheesecake I’d ever seen, I knew double strawberry cheesecake had to be part of my weekend plans. I messaged my friend, Leanna: “I’m making cheesecake this weekend. Help me eat it.”
Turns out she’d just been looking at the same recipe, and it wasn’t a minute or two more before I’d invited myself over to her house to make this strawberry cheesecake together.
The plan: (1) I’d make the dough for the homemade cookie crust on Friday night, giving it time to rest and saving us some time on Saturday. (2) Bike to the farmers market and pick up fruit and goat cheese. (3) Make cheesecake. (4) Let cheesecake set up in the fridge for at least six hours. Meanwhile, kill time.
Reality: (1) We had a Friday the 13th birthday party so the dough was not put together until Saturday morning before our drive down to St. Pete. (2) Found no strawberries at the market because Florida’s season is so early. Ate a mango pineapple popsicle. Biked to Publix instead. (3) Made the cheesecake… Continue reading
At some point, we picked up a bad habit. We started eating dinner in front of the TV (watching this), Danny on his side of the couch, me on the other, my legs tucked to the side with a plate perched on top. Our little dining table took on the role of extra dish rack. But the other night, we found ourselves at the table again. A simple dinner: lentils, couscous, cherry tomatoes, and sausage. A bottle of rosé disappeared, deliciously, as we lingered at the table talking about life, wedding planning, winning the lotto, booking a flight to Seattle, honeymooning in Spain, and, generally, OUR FUTURE. It’s always fun to daydream outloud about this stuff with Danny. One thing that comes up is this idea that we would run a little B&B. If it did happen, Dutch baby pancakes would be in the rotation. It’s the kind of thing I’d always welcome on a weekend morning.