Last week I was honored to share my Quick Pasta + Roasted Veggie recipe over at A Cup of Joe for her Quick Fall Pasta series. This was the first post I made and shot post-babe. It was also our first day alone. Just me and Hal. Kev was back at work for the first time in three weeks. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. We didn’t understand each other quite yet. Somehow I was able to make and shoot this before the screaming sirens went off. I’m not sure I could reproduce the same results again with her. I think she knew I needed a little boost of confidence that day. I still haven’t quite figured out the work from home and take care of the babe yet. Hallie usually wins. It’s a good thing she hands out smiles like they are going out of style. With that said, I’m off to read Joanna’s Work/Life/Balance posts. Joanna—you are my hero. Thanks for having me! Read more
Where do you store your (natural) peanut butter? The back of the package says to store it in the fridge, but mine always ends up rock solid. Store in the pantry, stirring every so often to evenly incorporate the oils. Still need to soften it? Add a little heat (if the container is glass), whether in the microwave or set in a warm bowl of water.
This post is in collaboration with UncommonGoods, one of my favorite online stores, especially around the holidays. They always come through with unique gifts—half of which are handmade. My kind of people. As always, all opinions are my own.
Before I sign off to begin a massive cooking spree for the three of us (one being a milk-only eater), I have to tell you something. I took this whole from scratch thing to a whole new level. I made cheese. Cheese! I learned a couple things. 1) Making cheese is hard. I’m far from being a natural. 2) The Little Miss Muffet nursery rhyme doesn’t make sense anymore. To make cheese, you separate the curds from the whey of milk, discarding the whey. Was she really just drinking milk? 3) UncommonGoods made my Christmas early with a cheese making kit. Now they’re going to make yours. How does a $75 gift card sound? Read more
A couple weeks ago as I was doing my pumpkin pie recipe research, I stumbled across a genius tip from Aimee of Simple Bites. Before pouring your pumpkin pie filling into the pan (or any other filling of that matter), place the prepared tart (or pie) pan in the oven. Carefully pull out the rack, making sure it’s still secured, and pour filling into the pan, being careful not to spill. Slowly push the rack back into the oven. Also, don’t forget to add a baking sheet underneath.
This post is sponsored by Grains for your Brain, a resource provided by the Grain Foods Foundation. Did you know, we should consume 6-8 servings of grains daily? Check out this infographic for ways to sneak in your grains. I snuck oats and wheat flour into this crust, but you’ll never know the difference. As always, all opinions are my own. Sponsored posts such as this help to fund grocery trips, sweet new recipes, and ongoing site maintenance.
I sat down to write this post last night. I wanted it to exude thankfulness in light of the upcoming holiday and this here pie. But I was far from feeling thankful last night. After a long day of 20 minute catnaps with a cranky babe, I thought I’d hand her over to Kev as soon as he walked in the door. After 5 minutes at home, he was called in. Dang. I forgot he was on call.
Although this may be counterintuitive, allow your baked goods to rest. Flavor develops as it cools. More than once I’ve nearly thrown out a baked treat after trying it straight out of the oven only to fall in love with it hours after the cool.
Before Hallie arrived, my only concept of motherhood was decorating her room. Three months before her due date, we found out we’d have to move within a months time. I was completely overwhelmed. Hindsight—we’re so thankful it happened. The move gave us an extra room just for Hal. So instead of packing up our old apartment like a wise person would do, I made an inspiration board for her room. After we settled into our new space, I did what I thought motherhood was—went into her room every morning, opened the blinds, pictured her giggling in her crib, and dreamed up more projects. Read more