Curry Sriracha Peanut Butter Cookies

IMG_6889Not possible. I think I’ll pass. Hmmm…interesting. I don’t think I can get on board with that. The pursed lips, squinty eyes and head tilts that I received when I said I was going to try to make cookies with curry and sriracha were rather ammusing. Come on people, have some faith! Continue reading

Chickpea Soup

It is finally here. Soup weather! After being able to run outside in shorts and a t-shirt for all of October and the beginning of November, winter finally started to come around. I think we went from watermelons and barbeques to pumpkins and Thanksgiving in a blink of an eye. Admittedly, I can do without the cold and snow. I was giddy, however, the first morning that I got out of bed and had to immediately put on sweats and über big socks. To top it all off, we are in the heart of football season. There is no better time for a big pot of soup on the stove. Continue reading

It Takes More Than One To Get To The Finish Line

If it isn’t obvious from this blog, I have a passion for food. I love being in the kitchen creating something new and delicious and something that I can share with others. But I am not just about food. Eleven years ago I discovered the world of triathlon and endurance sports, and I was hooked. When I started training for my first triathlon, I couldn’t swim with my face in the water, I didn’t have a bike and I couldn’t run for more than thirty seconds at a time. I was perfect for the sport! For the first time I had a goal, something to do, something to accomplish. That first triathlon, I survived the swim and when I got on the bike and started pedaling, I started crying. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I was so proud of myself. Eleven years later, I try to remind myself of the feeling of accomplishment every time I enter a race, struggle up a climb or don’t want to get out of bed for a 5:30 AM swim. One of the best gifts I have received from doing triathlons is the community. I have met some very inspirational people along the way. The volunteers and spectators have taken me to the finish line each and every race with their cheers of encouragement. I now have the opportunity to help a fellow athlete and friend to her own finish line. Continue reading

Heirloom Tomato Gazpacho

In my mind I am a genius and can do anything I put my mind to. I can pack a suitcase for a week that only contains two pairs of shoes. I can check off ten things from my to do list before 8 AM. I can shower, shave, do my hair and put makeup on in 20 minutes. I can grow a bountiful garden full of tomatoes, peppers, squash and herbs. The reality? I pack three pairs of jeans and four pairs of shoes for a two-day weekend getaway. I get stuck on the second task of the day because as I was researching how to make ricotta, I found a link for homemade creme fraiche, salt brick chicken, rope plant hangers, and how to not get sidetracked on the www. My 20 minute get ready routine inevitably turns into 45. Why I think I can get ready in less than 45 minutes is beyond me. I can’t grow squash! Who can’t grow squash? This girl, right here. This was the first year I decided to not even plant squash, and just concentrate on tomatoes, peppers and herbs. Guess what? My tomatoes and peppers that I planted in May are barely knee-high. The tomatoes that do grow, disappear. Either a squirrel, or four-legged blonde are taking them before they have a chance to turn red. Continue reading

Simple Poached Egg

I love a complicated recipe. When a process takes several days or even weeks, it makes me happy. I get to watch the whole thing unfold, and anticipate what is to come. I want to make my own puff pastry all the time now because I love each and every one of those buttery layers. I make my own vanilla because I can start it one day and then three months later there is a jar of dark and rich liquid that only started out as vanilla beans and vodka. I gave sourdough a try, making the starter and then finally two weeks later I was able to make the bread. That was a fail. I will leave the sourdough to the San Franciscans. Continue reading