I am here on this lovely, spring Friday to ask you a very important question. Are you making petit fours or popovers this weekend?
Both?!
I knew I liked you.
I am officially participating in flipflop and iced coffee season and I keep finding myself scrolling through swimsuit options. Brickyard Buffalo has had the cutest suits lately, but I have still have strong aversions to basically wearing underwear in public.
I am going to try to convince Mr. Pedantic to take me to see A Quiet Place at some point this weekend. Normally, I will run out of the room if I so much as hear the creepy background music of a horror movie, but for some reason I cannot resist the urge to see this one.
Let's be honest, we are all dying to try this stuff. Am I right?
This salad right here is definitely making its way onto next week's menu. I do not think I have ever wanted a salad so badly.
Wishing you all the loveliest of spring weekends!
Sincerely,
Pedantic Foodie
A tale of recipe conception…
It had been a long day and all I really wanted was some quality couch time with the Bon Appetit test kitchen. Whatever plans I had in mind for dinner were soon diminished by more slothful desires for all things lazy and cozy.
In our home, with new “favorites” constantly being developed, sampled, and savored, many much-loved recipes never find their way back onto our plates. But, every-so-often, a recipe gains instant “repeat” status and is thrown into a sacred category all its own, to be fished out of the archives over and over again. This elite status is not earned by mere deliciousness, since I would attribute that title to all of the recipes I share, but by an uninterpretable algorithm which balances comfort, ease, singularity and pure delight. It’s a science.
I am coming to you with a weekend project that is as delightful to make as it is to eat.
Sure, I might be a little bias considering that few things bring me as much joy as kneading, rolling, and manipulating dough into plump little golden loaves, but truly, this project is a fun one!
Before the generation of iPhones and Pinteresty chalkboard signs, my siblings and I had one very special back-to-school tradition.
There are many different varieties of wonderful weekends. Some require planning, some derive their pleasure from spontaneity, but nearly all of my favorite weekends include a hearty breakfast.
Let’s make this thing that I dreamed up!
I’m not sure if it is a dessert or brunch - it’s most likely both, but it is unapologetically lazy and mildly life-changing.
