Anyone who follows me on social media, be it Twitter or Instagram, knows I’ve been a bit obsessed with making these Swedish Cardamom, Cinnamon & Orange Buns. What makes this recipe Swedish other than the fact that the baker is a quarter-Swedish? The Internet told me so. And so did the ratty old copy of … More Swedish Cardamom, Cinnamon & Orange Buns.
A few weeks ago, as Winter began to loosen its grip on Northeast Ohio, I woke up early one Saturday determined to extract every bit of daylight from the day. I had been ready for spring for ages. The frigid temperatures had seeped into my bones and my mood, leaving everything gray and cold. I was determined to make something … More Making gravlax.
It only took me 26 years, but I finally had a party (somewhat) shut down by the cops. A few harsh raps on the door just before 11 p.m. on a Saturday night brought two police officers to my front door. I’m still unsure if a neighbor called to complain about the noise (though, no … More Swedish meatballs bring the cops to the Christmas party.
I’ll be honest, breakfast is not my favorite meal of the day. It’s not that I don’t like breakfast foods – I’m a caffeine-based organism and eggs and toast rule my world – I just take an issue with the specific timeframe. There are days when I’m a “morning person,” and then there’s the other … More Brunch, it’s what happens on Sundays.
Saturday night I went to bed around 11:30 p.m. I tried to lull myself to sleep for an hour, trying to shut off my mind. When that didn’t work I stared at the orange glow of my alarm clock for 57 minutes. Enthralling I tell you. Fully awake at 2 a.m., I decided to do … More Sleepy scones: A study in productivity
So, it’s October. Holy crap. Time flies when you’re working. It also flies when you’re not working. I’ve graduated from school and now I am looking for a job. But that’s not what I want to talk about. Lets talk baking. Crisp is my favorite way to describe the season we call fall. It’s also … More Baking is in the air.
I was going to write on Valentine’s Day, I swear. The post was drafted and all I needed to add was the photos. Sadly, my ode to the perfect breakfast food–the pancake–went unfinished. I told myself, “You’ll do it later.” Later never came, but the Olympics did. You should know, dear Reader, that I am … More Olympic diversions