Girl Versus Dough

pink lemonade bars

Pink Lemonade Bars

Between these bars and pancakes, that’s pretty much all I’ve eaten this week. And I’m totally OK with that.

You see, summertime for me goes two ways. Sometimes, it’s super chill and lazy, reminiscent of the sweet freedom of summers when I was in grade school. Other times, it’s insanity. Parties, weddings, work, errands, yada yada yada — all good things, of course, but just a.lot.of.it. And that’s just the stuff we know is coming.

For us, summer has decided to swell right out of the gate — thus why my diet lately has been all carbs, all day long (also, thus, why I spent some time with Rihanna this week). Not a bad trade, though, when pink lemonade bars are involved. But I’m looking forward to the calm side of summer soon. Of course, I’ll be enjoying these bars during that time, too.

My point is, these summers? They go by so fast. And sometimes, we get so caught up in the hectic crazy-times that we forget to enjoy them just as much as the calmer times. And then there are the times when life throws us curveballs and we have to respond to those, too. Such is the case with my blogger friend, Claire of The Realistic Nutritionist, whose kitchen in her brand new home recently caught fire. Thankfully she and her family are safe and sound, but I can’t imagine having to go through that ordeal, especially when I have breakdowns sometimes over stains in my carpeting. Oy.

So in an effort to give her a little more time to breathe and get back on her feet, I’ve written a guest post on her lovely blog with a recipe for these nummy pink lemonade bars, flavored with raspberries and a buttery shortbread crust. Hopefully, Claire and her family can get back to normal life soon and enjoy the summertime. As for the rest of us, I suggest we do the same.

stuffed cheesy bread

Stuffed Cheesy Bread

I just spent the last five minutes looking at Rihanna’s Instagram feed.

I just… I dunno. It’s been that kind of week.

I don’t know about you, but I like to maintain a certain level of life pace. One social event a day? Cool. Three social events a day? I start looking for my hermit box. One bad phone call a week? I’ll take it; that’s real life. Three bad phone calls in a week? Hand me an ice cream sandwich or five, please. As you can guess, this last week was not so kind to my preferred life pace.

It hasn’t been all bad, though. I mean, The Bachelorette started last week (and I get to hang out with the Bluths again), so that’s fun. It’s summer, so there’s that. Oh, and I made stuffed cheesy bread. So… yeah. Not so bad after all.

As long as we agree to forget about the Rihanna thing.

gluten-free blueberry muesli waffles + camp blogaway

Gluten Free Blueberry Muesli Waffles

We’ll talk about waffles in a minute. But first things first: I went to camp.

And it was marvelous (and oh, hey! there was internet! barely).

I get kinda nervous and awkward and stuff when I enter into social situations, especially ones that require me to meet and interact with 100 people I’ve never met in real life (along with the occasional squirrel and chipmunk and pinecone the size of my head). But at Camp Blogaway, it felt like a big room full of my friends. Everyone was so kind and warm and friendly, and I loved being able to meet other people who are as insanely passionate about food as I am.

cornmeal-crusted catfish sandwiches with lemon-caper sauce {+ the sustainable seafood blog project}

Cornmeal Crusted Catfish

It’s Memorial Day. I’m home from camp (details to come soon!); I’m resting easy. I’m soaking up the holiday and the (hopefully) sunshine.

And oh, hey! Summer is here. ‘Tis the season for hot dogs, for steaks and burgers on the grill and for cornmeal-crusted catfish sandwiches — preferably outdoors, with a beer on the side. And because it’s the season for all things meat on the grill/on a bun/outdoors with a beer, Elliott and I pay particular attention to our food choices.

As you may know, that’s something we’ve been doing for quite a while — that is to say, choosing to eat most meat/animal products from reputable, sustainable and ethical (and preferably local) sources — and the buck doesn’t stop at seafood. So when the lovely Jessie of Life as a Strawberry invited some bloggers to talk about sustainable seafood and what it means to them for the Sustainable Seafood Blog Project, I was more than happy to be a part of it. Plus, it gave me a good excuse to make a catfish sandwich.

frozen thai iced coffee

Frozen Thai Iced Coffee

I leave for summer camp tomorrow and I could not be more excited about it.

More specifically, I’m leaving on a jet plane early early early (like, pre-dawn early) to fly out to California for an adventure known as Camp Blogaway. And that’s just what it is — camp. Like, sleeping bags and cabin bunks camp. Like, mountains and bonfires camp. Like, I’m re-living my high school youth group retreats camp. I can’t wait.

(There’s also no Wi-Fi, evidently, which I’m less excited about but I’m going to do my best to embrace it. Gulp).

nutella-swirled banana bread

Nutella-Swirled Banana Bread

This is a Monday morning kind of bread.

This is a “I don’t want to get out of bed” kind of bread. A “I just need one more second of vacation” kind of bread. The kind of bread you make when you don’t want to grow up, when it’s your birthday and you want to put Nutella on it (like a bird), when you just know you’re going to have a bad day so you need a slice (or three) of this bread to make it a good one. Or, when you’re having a good day and you just want to keep it that way.

Now that you’re sufficiently drooling all over your keyboard, head over to the lovely Pass the Cocoa where I’ve shared a guest post on this scrumptious Nutella-swirled banana bread. Please note that, yes, all anecdotes about the deliciousness of this bread are not from me but from my taste-testers because I’m allergic to bananas. So also, YES, it was the most torturous torture of all tortures making this loaf and not being able to actually take a legitimate bite of it. Good thing I had a spoon and extra Nutella nearby to console myself.

Happy Monday, loves!