A perfect summer side dish comprised of golden sauteed zucchini and toasty homemade croutons.
If my life right now were a Friends episode, it would be called “The One with the Bugs”.
And we’re not even talking flesh-eating fruit flies right now, people, or anything that can be easily fixed by setting out a bowl of vinegar and soap and subsequently watching and waiting.
Toasty slices of bread topped with a a vibrant roasted red pepper and sun-dried tomato bruschetta, rich pine nut butter, and a goat cheese gremolata.
FYI, in “real life” seemingly endless tables of grains, beans, grilled veggies, dried fruits, nuts, and other such dreams come true don’t just appear in front of you at lunchtime.
Nor do ready-made strawberry rhubarb shrubs make the acquaintance of your pre-dinner self, cheese plates find themselves at your dinner table, nor do the best ice cream bars known to man present themselves to you as a midday snack.
Poblano-infused corn cakes are topped with a fresh-flavored arugula, black bean, avocado and queso salad.
These sopes are what happen when you follow a recipe to a T, refusing to follow your gut instinct which is pretty much telling you to run for the hills!
Away from the totally soupy mixture of masa, quinoa, water and roasted poblanos that is supposed to form a pliable dough that is a little more like modeling clay and a little less like really wet sand.
All of the flavors of your favorite Indian sweet drink in one refreshing popsicle.
Cupcakes:muffins :: ice cream:popsicles.
That, my friends, is the logic that summer Fridays are made of.
Earthy wild rice is paired with sweet spiced pecans, tangy feta, caramelized onions, and charred corn to make a flavor-packed main dish salad.
Last night I realized why I go to the gym every day.
If you, like me, thought it was to stay in shape! Be heart healthy! Save every penny so that I can eventually splurge on really good cheese and not a whole new wardrobe!
Well, that’s kind of true.
But mostly it’s to prevent myself from double fisting popsicles and sitting down at my desk with a jar of Biscoff and a spoon to edit photos (because obviously one necessitates the other).
The.Boy is really complicating my relationship with my skinny jeans.
You see, after churning up that white chocolate buttermint number, I was all set to focus my energy on whipping up some frozen treats that would still allow me to zip up the dresses I bought for my trillion weddings this summer when he came along, took one bite of my aforementioned mess of heaven, and said it was “too complicated”.
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