Society pushes us to push ourselves to depletion, to burn out, to a constant pursuit of external validation, but the good things take time. They require clarity and intention. Pies, homemade brown butter ice cream, relationships, piano songs, and dreams take time. That's the simple (not easy) truth. This is what I'm exploring lately. What about you?
Underneath this flaky, whole-grain, gluten-free crust is a mound of sliced sweet potatoes, apples, traditional warming spices, and a bit of fresh thyme for a slight savory touch. Serve with homemade pumpkin ice cream for good measure.
In the spirit of my recent trip to Nebraska, the Cornhusker State, I bring you this unexpected sweet corn ice cream recipe. Corn, like many vegetables, has an inherent sweetness that works well for dessert. Celebrate summer with a frosty scoop, or wow your Thanksgiving guests with a slice of pecan pie and this Sweet Corn Ice Cream.
This cake was from one year ago. It's a belated post because I was busy living, busy saying yes to adventures that pushed me beyond my comfort levels. Belated because I chose to rest. Belated because I didn't quite have the right words yet, but everything comes at its due time. The due time for sharing this cake was one year later: a chocolate-hazelnut bookend. Revisiting these cake memories has been my way of reminiscing and celebrating Ben's special day until we can celebrate together.
As June came to a close, Dylan and I swayed in a hammock atop a tree-lined hill. The pups circled their leashes around our support trees while we schemed and dreamed how to fill the summer with intention. What would we do to embrace the heat? Where would we go to find quiet? What activities would we remember years from now? The Summer 2021 Bucket List emerged on the page. More poolside hangs? More berry crisps? More scoops of ice cream? Yes, please!
I wanted to add a little something celebratory to a little friendship anniversary get-together, so a basket of beautiful French bubbly and gluten-free blueberry hand pies it was!
The cake is light enough for breakfast and sweet enough for dessert, but I highly recommend taking an afternoon coffee and cake break, especially if you can share it with a friend.
This rosy brunch, a precursor to the COVID crisis, was a celebration of a few of the female bonds in my life. It was a celebration of what makes each of us unique and a celebration of what we share. It was my effort to look at my calendar, and my photos, and my posts to see if my values matched my life. Was I defining myself with work, or was I making time to foster relationships? Was I taking action, or was I falsely relying on "someday" and "sometime?"