I’m going to be up front and tell you that I did not grow up in a Southern family. While I did grow up in Virginia, my mom grew up in the midwest and her parents were from California, and my dad was born in France and was raised by a French mother. Nobody in my family will lynch me for making “non-traditional” biscuits. However, if you and your family have your religion based on southern buttermilk biscuits, you may choose to stop here. However, I guarantee if you taste these babies, you will convert. I actually was planning to make traditional buttermilk biscuits, but I didn’t want to make a dozen of them. Biscuits always taste the best right out of the oven, and just don’t taste the same as leftovers. So, I followed my recipe, cutting in half every ingredient. That is, every ingredient except for the buttermilk. I realized it only after pouring my whole amount of milk into my food processor, and watched it get completely absorbed by the flour. There was no way to pour it out, so I decided to keep going with the recipe. The dough was too wet to actually form into a ball, so I scooped it out into muffin cups and baked them for the same amount of time prescribed. I was beyond excited that they came out into perfectly tender, flakey, buttery biscuit muffins. They’re delicious with jam or honey and butter, or plain and serve them with gravy or with soups. The only thing you may not be able to do with them as you would a traditional biscuit is make them into a sandwich because they’re so delicate. As an added bonus, these are quick to prepare as long as you have a food processor.
This recipe makes enough dough for 6 muffins.
5. Scoop out with a rubber spatula into a greased muffin tin, or the silver muffin cup liners. I used paper ones because that’s all I had, and they work, but when you want to eat them warm, some of the muffin sticks to the paper.
6. Bake until the tops are light brown, 10-12 minutes. Serve immediately.
A few years ago, one of my dear friends told me about a documentary entitled, “Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead.” While it sounds horribly depressing, it was actually a very uplifting and encouraging documentary about an Australian businessman who decided he was tired of being overweight and tired of popping steroids every day for an autoimmune disorder. It was his quest to try a juice fast for 60 days while road-tripping around the US. Throughout the film, he loses weight, his autoimmune disorder disappears, he comes completely off steroids (all monitored by his physician), and he helps other people along the way. I was intrigued. While I didn’t have weight to lose or an autoimmune disorder, I definitely didn’t feel like I was eating enough fruits or vegetables every day. I didn’t have a Breville juicer, but I did have a Vitamix (a very cool and admittedly pricey, blender), and so I decided to start making a smoothie every day. Starting from just before I got pregnant with my now two-year-old, I have been pretty consistent having one a day as long as I’m home and have access to my Vitamix. If I skip a day, I actually crave one. It’s a perfect way to get a bunch of fruits and veggies knocked out in one glass, and it’s darn delicious.
This is a general recipe, but definitely feel free to add your own fruit mix to it. This will make one HUGE smoothie, or enough for two medium sized glasses.
other optional add-ins/replacements:
Today’s smoothie consisted of a banana, a navel orange, cashewgurt, spinach, a carrot, Elderberry syrup, frozen mixed berries, and water. Absolutely delicious. And my two-year-old sucked it down too!
I just found out last night that a man I used to work with nearly 18 years ago passed away last year. John was a big, loud, boisterous guy whose daily uniform consisted of a short sleeve button down shirt and some Loony Toons tie. He always had a story to tell, even if you didn’t have the time to hear it, nor the desire, since he never recollected which stories he’d already shared or with whom. He had two little girls and was always proud to show off their pictures. I remember he wanted to meet my dad and shake his hand when I told him that my dad had me watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail before letting me go off to college.
It was my first “real” job after college and I had eagerly accepted the opportunity to live in Baltimore, not far from where I had spent the first 16 years of my life. Hearing the news about his passing brought a rush of memories to my mind from those nearly four years of my life. During that time, the attacks on 9/11 occurred during the day we were all supposed to move our cubicles into the newly renovated part of our building. All of us dragged out the move, one box at a time, as we each snuck out to the greasy restaurant next door to watch the only television in the building. Our managers kept telling us to get back to work and be “billable,” since we were contracted for a specific project. Of course, their warnings fell on deaf, distracted ears. But, none of us had any idea how or how much the world would be forever changed that day. Just over a year later, another crazy, scary event occurred. In October 2002, there was a sniper going around the DC/Maryland area shooting people at random in parking lots and gas stations. I can remember pumping gas with my heart thumping with fear in my chest. As I squeezed the handle, I was purposely dancing around so I would be a harder-to-hit moving target, and laughed nervously as I met eyes with everyone else at the gas station thinking and doing the same thing.
Those three and a half years were formative ones, almost like an extension of college. Most of my coworkers had also just graduated from college, and this was their first job away from home. The few, older coworkers we had ended up being reluctant parents to us all, no doubt shaking their heads and thanking their stars they were past this stage of life. We all grew up while making a ton of dumb, embarrassing decisions in the process. Well, I sure made a ton of them anyways. I don’t often get to see those Baltimore peeps, nor do I keep in touch with many of them, but that season in our lives links us. No explanation is needed. While I haven’t thought about John in several years, I mourn his loss. While I wouldn’t go back and relive those years, those people and that time hold a special place in my heart. A great quote from Steve Martin’s character in Father of the Bride said this, “Well, that’s the thing about life, is the surprises, the little things that sneak up on you and grab hold of you.”
When I’m in the mood for a snack, I crave nutty, salty, and a little sweet. These chewy granola bars totally hit the spot. They take a little time to make, maybe an hour of actual labor, but this makes a whole pan, and they can keep for up to three weeks (if they manage to last that long in your house). In our house between my two year old and me, they’re gone in a week!
Mermaid tail blankets have been all the rage. But they’re stinking expensive if you try to buy one already made! I not only have three nieces, I also have two nephews. I’m pretty sure neither of those boys would be thrilled with a mermaid blanket. But a shark blanket? YES. Honestly, these blankets are super easy to sew together. You’ll need to first draw your pattern on some wrapping paper. In this blanket’s simplest pattern, you’ll have three pattern pieces to cut out. You’ll have the body, the tail fin (in which your kid’s feet will fit), and the top, or mouth. Depending on how big you want your blanket will determine how much material to get. I like the warmth and feel of anti-pill fleece fabric. If you’re making a shark or other animal like this example, I bought some starchy felt that had a sticky peel-off backing for the eyes and teeth.
To make the body pattern, either have your kid lay down on the paper to measure how long the blanket needs to be, from armpit to ankles, or use your own legs. Since this is a blanket, you want to make it roomy. Draw just one side of the body so that when you fold it over, the sides match and look the same. I made my body pattern 45″ long and 13″ wide. The skinny end is 7″ wide, but you’ll want to make sure that will accommodate your kiddo’s ankles. To help you cut out the material correctly, write on the pattern. Your material should stretch widthwise, and you will want the fold of your material on the straight long edge. You will cut 2 on the fold, so that when you finish cutting, you will have a front and back body of your blanket that is 26″ wide at its widest point and 14″ wide at the ankles.
For the fin, again, you will only draw one side so that when you cut on the fold, the tail fins are mirror images. Ensure that the material stretches the width of the fin, and the fold is the length. The little skinny end at the bottom should be the same with as the skinny end of your body pattern. You will cut 2 of these fins on the fold, again so that you have a whole front and back fin. My fin is 15.25″ at it’s widest point, and 10.5″ at the straight fold. So, when I cut out my material, I would have a fin 30.5″ wide.
This is the mouth of the blanket. You’ll want the stretch to run the length of the material, and the fold on one of the long sides. Mine is 6″ wide and 26″ long. The length of the mouth should be double the width of the top of your body pattern. So when I cut the material, I would have a 12″ wide, 26″ long strip.
Now that your material is cut, it’s time to piece everything together. First, determine the “right” and “wrong” sides of your pieces of material. The right side is the side that the pattern is intended to be seen. The wrong side is the side you want to be hidden. Next, it’s time to sew your mouth pieces on to the front body piece and on to the back body piece.