Hello, hello! As I mentioned in my last post, I’ll be popping in here a few more times over the next few months to share some recipes I’ve created in partnership with Immaculate Baking. So if you’re still here, hello! And lucky you. Because these recipes I’m planning to share are ones you’ll to want to file under “keepers” (in my humble opinion, at least) — starting with this cheesy garlic herb pull apart bread. HELLO. ← for officially the fourth time.
If you need a quick, easy, cheesy and delicious holiday appetizer this month, I’m your gal. Actually, these 5 ingredient cheese straws are your gal — er, your go-to recipe. You catch my drift.
When it comes to appetizers, I’m not one for too much creativity. I like to make something that’s simple to put together and can keep friends and family satiated until dinner — sometimes that’s a cheese plate, or hummus or guacamole, and sometimes it’s cheese straws. They never fail me, and they make all the cheese lovers in the room happy (yours truly included).
In case you have forgotten, Thanksgiving is exactly ONE WEEK AWAY. No, I do not know how this happened. Yes, I am freaking out a little bit that I have seven days to prepare for the holiday (though I’ll be honest, the “preparation” this year basically consists of me and my big bad preggo self showing up at my parents’ Thanksgiving table, maybe helping out with making a couple of appetizers and sides, but more so making plans to faceplant into the mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie). How are you doing?
If you’re in charge of the bird this year, may I highly suggest this bacon wrapped maple bourbon turkey breast? It’s the perfect main dish to serve for a smaller crowd that’s really into trying new things on Turkey Day while also keeping with tradition. I know this because I served this to my own family last week (as a pre-Thanksgiving dry run, if you will) and I swear there was applause — maybe it was just me. For myself. Hard to say.
You guys — are we cool to talk about Thanksgiving yet? I mean, it is literally the biggest social eating occasion of the year, and I know we all love to hang out and eat. It’s our thing. Ergo, Thanksgiving is totally our thing, so it’s totally OK to talk about it already (it’s November and there are Christmas trees in all the stores already, for Pete’s sake! Give me two weeks and Mariah Carey Christmas will be playing on my Pandora radio).
That’s my line of reasoning anyway to talk to you about these bomb French Onion Tartlets that I need you to add immediately to that Thanksgiving menu I know you’ve already totally planned (ahem). Bonus points if you decide to make them ahead of time, you know, for the research.
I have few distinct memories of those earliest days as a mother — even just two years later, they’ve all blended together into a smoky haze of early-early mornings, nursing and Scandal marathons at 2 a.m., sweet snuggles with a sleepy babe who fit perfectly into the crux of my arm and a veritable parade of generous friends and family wielding casseroles and salads and homemade bread in exchange for their own snuggles with baby (memories that I know will suddenly become reality again for us in several months, gulp).
One thing we never got much of was soup, and I suppose that’s because we were heading into summertime and all that was on everyone’s minds was grilled meat and fresh vegetables and wedges of juicy watermelon (of which I ate PLENTY in those earliest days). But I know that if I was having a newborn in the fall, in these comfy-cozy months, I would want soup — with grilled cheese, of course.
I took this weekend as a time for me to reflect on so many parts of my life — a task that was all at once exhilarating and exhausting (and a bit of a challenge with a two-year-old constantly in tow). But with the impending changes to our family on the horizon, it’s time I start planning for the future, both immediate and long-term. I apologize for leaving that so cryptic, but just know that this blog and all of you dear readers and what everything I do means to me was a big part of my time in reflection, because I don’t take this space lightly — even when I say things like “much droolage,” as you’ll note below. Each time I set to write a blog post I envision myself writing a love letter, to my invisible online friends and to the food I created to share here. These pumpkin cranberry flaxseed crisps, in particular, were easy to write about with loving, adoring words. If you try them, I think you’ll wholeheartedly agree.