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I stumbled upon this post on The Toast regarding food blog comments. A quick and hilarious little read that reminds us not to take ourselves too seriously, because at the end of the day, it’s just food.

I dedicate this post to the woman whose only comment on my blog was one of criticism. Chill, girlfriend. Chill.

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It seems that this Tibetan-inspired morning joe is the newest of the coffee trends, and I am not terribly impressed. I am known to switch up my morning coffee routine with whatever liquids are in the fridge. Almond milk is typical, but other nut milks, cow’s milks, and hell–even heavy cream, make their way in from time to time. So of course I had nothing inherently against adding my favorite grass-fed butter and some coconut oil to the mix.

The problem I had is that, for the extra step of transferring to a blender and whirling it about, it just wasn’t worth the effort. I’ve had coffee just as tasty and satisfying as when I add heavy cream. I’ll even argue that, if you stir in some grass-fed heavy cream, you’ll accomplish the same thing. And that thing, when it comes right down to it, is a delicious cup of caffeinated goodness–not a super”food”.

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When life gives you stress, and a pint of blueberries, make fruit salad. And not just any fruit salad, but a big old mess of a fruit salad. Find whatever fruit you have on hand, combine, and eat. Hit it with a bit of freshly squeezed lime juice for a bright, tart finish.

“Have some fruit salad!” I encouraged my father.
“No–it looks too sloppy!” he replied. Yeah, but it was good.

photo (33)Sliced bananas, sliced plums and blueberries with lime juice.

(Wish this happened this morning, but a couple of months ago…) I was awoken with “Eat this. Now,” as my S.S. plopped on the pillow a plate with his favorite childhood sandwich: bacon and peanut butter on whole wheat toast. He added sliced bananas because “the peanut butter isn’t sweet enough”. If only every morning could be this sweet.

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Perfect as is, but I also think this would also be great without banana and with candied bacon.

One of my favorite breakfast spreads that my mom puts out when we visit: bagels with cream cheese, chopped tomatoes, thinly sliced scallions and crumbled bacon. It’s a delicious start to the (weekend) day and lets you play with your food.

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We decided soon after this meal that no, we were not going to go for that run. No we were not. This is my warning to you, that when you eat something like this, you’ll likely be ready to stay inside and drink coffee all day until it is appropriate to then transition to beer.

There are no recipes, only showing off. This year for St. Patrick’s Day, I spent the day and night with one of my best friends and her family, who I am happy to also consider my friends. We started the day with shots of Bailey’s. Her mother made corned beef, cabbage, and red potatoes all served with mustard.

photo(8)We slathered salty, room-temperature butter on homemade Irish soda bread, and then we enjoyed Irish-themed goodies from Betty Bakery.

photo(9)I have some great friends.

At this point, probably not. It’s been a long long time, and I have no apologies about it. In the time I have not been blogging, I graduated from culinary school, quit my job as a clinical dietitian, started working in the food industry, said goodbye to my brother who is now finishing deployment in Afghanistan with the USAF, and continued to travel nearly every week to visit my SS.

My return will mark a new chapter in my blogging life. I will use this venue more as a notebook than a means of communicating things to you. Selfish? Oh yes. But blogging in itself is exactly that. My ambition is to scrapbook my kitchen adventures in the hopes of compiling a solid collection of actual recipes.

Yes, recipes.

I hate ’em. But the fact is, if I ever want to reach my goal of publishing an original cookbook, I have to start being a bit more diligent. It’ll take a while to get into the recipe testing groove, but I’m ready for the challenge.

So, if you’re interested in following this totally self-absorbed task, I’d love it if you stayed. Otherwise, well, it’s been real.