Happy hump day! And welcome to the Virtual Pumpkin Party of your dreamiest dreams.
The lovely and talented Sara has assembled a mass of bloggers who are celebrating the best of what this season has to offer: And that is pumpkin. PUMPKIN EVERYTHING. We are bringing a virtual pumpkinpalooza to you, so you best get your carb-loving face ready because my contribution is this carbo-loaded pumpkin wonder known as pumpkin challah. #YAS.
Everyone in this house knows that Stephanie needs breakfast, and she needs it now (my parents, siblings and old college roommates know this about me, too). Hangry Steph is a very real side of me that I don’t like to let out often, but it happens every now and again. And oftentimes, that time is breakfast.
A cup of coffee in hand will help keep this side of me at bay for a little while. But if I wait much longer than two hours past wake time, I get anxious and twitchy and my stomach begins to growl (or am I actually growling? Hard to say). Suddenly, my mind is totally consumed with thoughts of food and getting that food into my belly as soon as possible. And in that moment, the very last thing I can handle is waiting even longer for breakfast to actually be done.
So that’s why, in this house, we prepare ahead. With cinnamon plum baked oatmeal.
It’s “last meal” worthy. It’s “fancy weekend date night at home” worthy. It’s “comfort food on a Wednesday” worthy. It’s “dinner party with old friends or new acquaintances you need to impress” worthy. And you don’t even need to bust out your fat pants for it.
Lighter lasagna bolognese, you guys. That’s where the pasta party is at, and you want to go to there.
I feel like I haven’t kept you well up to date with what’s going on in my life, lately. My apologies, if that’s something that interests you. If not, well, I’ve been doing just fine in your opinion, then. Good for me (and by proxy, for you).
But to those who are interested, I was initially going to say I’m about to disappoint you, because apart from this creamy avocado cilantro sauce situation that has, in fact, been a daily situation in my lunches and dinners of late, not much has been going on. But that sauce situation is pretty exciting, so…
Here’s what I want you to do: Drop everything Monday is asking for and make this tart. Seriously. It’ll change your day — nay, your week. Nay — your LIFE.
(OK that might be an exaggeration, but the point is it’s really tasty.)
Ever since I saw Deb’s gorgeous mosaic tart (ummm yes, “ever since” meaning like three years ago) I’ve been wanting to have a go at my own version. I’m generally more one for eating fussy, fancy desserts rather than making them — and as you can see by the rustic-ness of this tart, I need a lot of practice in the latter — but this one is worth every effort it takes to delicately arrange the thin pear slices in a circular design. And even that isn’t so hard.
Plus, in the end you get a stunning, caramel glazed tart with a sweet pear filling and a tender, flaky phyllo crust. It also happens to be super delicious, too.
IT’S OFFICIALLY FALL, Y’ALL. And I could not be more excited about it. The leaves, the crisp-cool air, the apple and pumpkin picking, the scarves and coats and sleepy weekend mornings in cozy sweaters and slippers… and these pancakes. So much yes.
To be honest, I’m not much of a pancake girl. I’ll almost always choose waffles over pancakes any day — unless they are these fluffy coconut flour pancakes. These pancakes might actually trump any waffles I’ve ever had (and even these pancakes, which have brie on them (!!)). So you know they’re good.
Even the little one likes munching on them, and I know this because while I was photographing these pancakes, she kept grabbing for the extras until I gave her one and she ran off with it. Then she proceeded to eat the whole thing — well, minus the crumbs that she scattered all over the living room. And the dining room. And the kitchen. Not cool, baby. Not cool.