Seems I might have a little bit of an obsession of making smoothies that taste more like desserts.
Is this a bad thing?
It took me YEARS to figure out smoothie recipes that I actually like. Years! And I have no idea what my aversion is about them. I think, as tastes change over the years, I just had some smoothies that weren’t really up my alley and it totally turned me off to ALL smoothies for a while.
For years, I would never, ever buy or make a smoothie that had yogurt in it. I didn’t want any tang at all in mine! Just milk, thankyouverymuch. Or just a mix of fruits + juices. I guess, because smoothies usually look like milkshakes that I expected them to taste like a milkshake – sweet, not tangy.
Plus, my other issue is that smoothies seem like a breakfast thing to me. And for the majority of the year, I cannot have cold breakfasts. At all. From fall through spring, I want warm breakfasts – I’m already cold in the mornings and a freezing cold smoothie does not sound appealing.
Summer is a different story. And, afternoons are one of my favorite times to have smoothies now, as an easy snack, when I’ve been awake for longer and am warmed up a bit.
This is a very special recipe for a very special Tuesday.
Today, this is one of many stops on the How Sweet It Is Invisible Internet Friends Baby Shower!
We are SO excited to be celebrating Jessica and the sure-t0-be fabulously dressed baby that’s coming VERY soon! Seriously, the list of foods and drinks and desserts that people made for this shower is ridiculous in the best way.
And because this isn’t for any typical baby shower, this punch had to be a little bit different.
It’s fall – which means = apple cider! But not a hot, spiced apple cider. Or a cold apple cider with bourbon (although, those are totally delicious).
Nope – this punch is everything good about apple cider, with a little bit of bubbles from the sparkling water AND it’s topped with caramel buttered pecan ice cream. I know, I know – does that sound weird? It might. But just go with it. The tartness from the apple cider and orange juice is so, so, so good with the salty-sweet buttered pecan ice cream.
Some recipes simply have to be made, over and over. And that means they’ll probably be updated at some point (and get new pictures, if you’re a food blogger).
While we’re on the subject, how do I not have a classic quiche recipe on the blog yet?! We made one for dinner last night, and I was searching my blog to find the normal crust recipe I use….and I found nothing. I have a hashbrown crust quiche and a yeasted crust recipe, but not a classic, butter crust quiche recipe posted.
That will change soon. We make them often enough that there should at least be 4 (or more) recipes here!
One other recipe we use quite a bit is our farmhouse bread.
It’s one of the first bread recipes I’ve made that is totally foolproof. I’ve changed up the flour mixes I use, and they always turn out. We’ve done flavored breads, swirled breads (sweet and savory) and made cinnamon rolls and stromboli with this dough. It’s all you need! It makes perfect bread for sandwiches (especially BLTs or homemade chicken salad) and makes even better french toast.
If there’s one thing I worry about as I get older, it’s my memory.
I’m just over 30 and already have a horrible memory. Not about everything – I tend to remember completely random (and mostly useless) facts and info, but I forget important information that I need to know.
Or the forgetting-what-I’m-about-to-tell-you, just after the thought popped into my head? How does it disappear so quickly?
I forget where I put things. I need things in writing – not on the computer – and am completely devoted to paper lists and calendars because I love being able to physically cross things off.
One thing I tend to forget – every. single. year. – is just how good slow cooking is.
As soon as fall hits, I want cozy meals. Rich, warm, hearty dishes. Basically anything you can ladle over mashed potatoes or cheesy grits is a good idea.
And while I love my crock pot, I really really REALLY love throwing something in the oven on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon and letting it bubble all day, filling the house with mouth-watering scents, just waiting to be pulled out and served for dinner.