giant pancake.

I know what you’re thinking.

It’s not quite fall yet! This is a travesty! We should be celebrating every last ounce of summer we can before the leaves change color and we have to wear sweater socks with traction* again!

Well, I hear you, but… apples. Roasted apples. Roasted apples with butter and cinnamon. The apples win.

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peach doughnuts with coconut.

I’m generally not a doughnut person. I’m usually not a white chocolate person, either. And I don’t often eat peaches (which is a huge travesty, I know, but it is what it is).

But after a loooooooong weekend of painting, toilet-fixing, painting, a few baking failures, painting, eye-twitching, painting, hair-pulling, painting, mind-losing, oh and painting*… all I wanted was a doughnut. With white chocolate. And peaches. And some toasted coconut for good measure**.

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double chocolate raspberry muffins.

Before this relationship goes any further, there’s something you should know about me: I’m not a fan of the chocolate-raspberry combo. Something about the mixture of tart raspberries with any type of chocolate — milk, dark, ESPECIALLY white (which, blech, isn’t even REAL chocolate… who thought this was a good idea? A plague on thy house!*) — eeks me out. Frankly, it’s disgusting. It rivals only berries mixed in ice cream, which I also find a travesty.

And now, if you don’t want to be friends anymore, I understand. Just know that my hatred for chocolate and raspberries is equal to my love of all things chocolate and peanut butter, and I do share. So, there’s that.

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brown sugar-walnut flapjacks.

In case you haven’t had enough pancakes in your life lately, I’m here with another yummy recipe for ’em.

When the husband and I have no plans for dinner, or we’re just plain lazy, or we need to clean out the fridge, or just because we feel like it — we have brinner. Sometimes we also have cheese and crackers, but that’s a story for another day.

A lot of times, the brinner train looks a lot like an omelet with whatever leftover bits of veggies and cheese we have thrown in. Sometimes, it looks like French toast. And other times, it looks like pancakes — sweet, syrupy, glorious pancakes.

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vanilla glaze in action.

I’ve got wanderlust. And I’ve got it bad.

I want to go to a place where the sun shines every single day. I want to go to a place with ancient ruins and mile-long farmers markets. I want to go to a place where they pronounce scones “skawns” and where they sit and drink tea together instead of thumbing their smartphones.

For now, I guess I’ll settle for just the scones.

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