Okay so no dessert today – massive boo. We made Toblerone fondue* this week but just too excited to eat it, so no picture-taking commenced. This week was kind of busy, so not much dessert planning took place, but I’ve got all sorts of exciting ingredients at home (such as a 5 kilo bag of sugar), so stay tuned for further developments.
The next best thing to dessert, of course, is breakfast. Continue reading
Peach butter. Is this an intuitive concept? Maybe it’s just me, but when I was flipping through a cookbook a few months ago, I came across this recipe and was a bit…confused. Why would you mix peaches with butter? I didn’t quite get it. Luckily, my intrepid, adventurous side urged me on and I read more, only to find out that peach butter is one of the most wonderful things imaginable. Spread on a scone, in yogurt, or on a spoon, I’m not quite sure how I managed life before peach butter.
This is gold. Liquid gold!
One of my favourite breakfasts and snacks is granola with Greek yogurt. I don’t know if I’ve copped into Bobby Flay’s Fage commercials (Faiii-yayyy), or if it’s the fact that yogurt is creamy and dreamy all in one, but I suspect it has more to do with the blank canvas that is plain Greek yogurt. One could add anything: fruit, nuts, grains, syrup (of course), chocolate bits (obvi), coconut flakes…the world is your oyster! Or, shall we say, the world is your yogurt… :)
In the morning, when I’m late for school and trying to make coffee and pour it into the mug and get dressed and get some breakfast in a Tupperware to eat in the car and make sure I’ve got my umbrella and my shoes and my phone and my keys….I need something quick and easy to take for breakfast. Et voila, a yogurt parfait! I like to top my yogurt with some fresh berries (I prefer them over fruit like apples because they are a bit sweeter, and over bananas because I don’t need to chop them!), and some homemade granola. Continue reading
Folks, we are approaching survival mode. What does this mean? This means I have 2 weeks to complete my lab work and start writing my thesis. This means panic. This means I start eating McDs at every available opportunity…WAIT. That last one does not sound like me at all. Yes, I may be a typical grad student (perpetually concerned about money, except when I’m spending it on too much booze, always complaining about my thesis, etc etc), but I have discovered, to my joy and delight, that my panic-cooking has evolved Continue reading