I love breakfast. It combines everything I like in a single meal. Eggs. Cheese. Bacon. Carbs. Sweets. It can be warm and savory. It can be refreshing and simple. Many things that normally would not necessarily qualify as a meal find their way into breakfast. Smoothies, which are really just glorified frappes, become nutritious at breakfast. French toast, which we should all just admit is a vehicle for syrup and sugar, is a mainstay at any self-respecting breakfast establishment. It really is a surprisingly versatile meal.
Thursday morning, I woke up at 4am. Normally I don’t get up until 5 on a work day, but I was wired. You see, there was vague talk of a serious snow storm coming. But as far as I knew, we still had school. My head was near the window, and I peeked outside, but without my contacts I can’t actually see well enough to confirm or deny said snow storm. So I laid in bed for another half an hour before accepting the fact that I wasn’t going to fall back asleep. However, I was not yet willing to …
A day late, but I feel I have a good excuse – yesterday I ran the NYC marathon! So, even though I actually baked these last Friday for Halloween, you can understand that when I got back to my apartment yesterday evening, I crashed pretty hard. Like 7:30 and I was in bed hard. Thus the Monday post this week. Now, I know that Halloween is over and my cutely decorated cupcakes are no longer relevant in terms of decoration, but the base of these cupcakes in no way loses its relevance with the changing month. In fact, they are …
At 12:36pm tomorrow, I will have completed my first year as a high school biology teacher. This is crazy to me. I started this blog the night before my first day of school in September, because what first year teacher doesn’t want to add additional commitments to an already overwhelming amount of work? Every week, no matter how much lesson planning I felt I needed to do, I found time to bake something and write about it.
Before I get into this post, I just want to say Happy Father’s Day to my amazing dad. I had grand designs to use my post this week to share one of his secret recipes, but, realistically, I shouldn’t make an entire batch of pancakes just for myself. So instead I hope he’s ok with a shout out.
My family came to visit me this weekend and we spent the time cramming the entire month of June’s festivities into two days. On Saturday, we celebrated my birthday, which is actually this coming Wednesday, and today we celebrated Father’s Day, which is actually next weekend. It was the first time we’ve all been together in awhile (maybe since Easter?), so it was awesome to get to spend time with them. Also, I consider birthdays weeklong events, despite my dad’s insistence otherwise, so really it also served as the kick-off to my birthday week.
And you thought I was done for the weekend. Time at home + no school tomorrow = wayyyy more time to bake. Up next: my gingerbread house needed a little town to go with it!
It was 60° on Friday. It’s December. It’s really hard to get into the Christmas spirit when the weather feels like we’ve skipped about 5 months. Fortunately, I planned Christmas activities for the weekend anyways. And now it’s snowing! It all works out.
So I had no intention of making carrot cake cupcakes today. Tomorrow is the first day of school (Yay!) and I wanted to make something quick, but when I was looking through ingredients, I dropped my carton of eggs and three cracked. This recipe called for three eggs, so I put on Mamma Mia and went for it (Side note: the Mamma Mia soundtrack is hands down the best baking music I’ve ever found).