Today was much sweeter. I woke up after a good 11 hours of sound, deep sleep feeling headache-free. Granted, my heart still aches, but that will take more than a night of rest to change. Baking could help.
Tomorrow we are having a potluck at work and I’d signed up for dessert. I definitely got carried away, but the relief I find in cooking is parallel only to running and I just didn’t have the stamina for a long run tonight. Tomorrow’s menu includes Sweet Sedona bundt cake, lemon coconut cookies and Mexican cinnamon brownies — all in celebration of Cinco de Mayo.
Maddy and I had a great time. She is a doll and such a great reminder of the joy of life. I watched her today with her girlfriends and family; I want to be more like her — she’s carefree, confident, strong and sweet to a fault.
Thank you for your kind words about yesterday’s post. My apologies to the Monday dieters cruising through the blog.
Black bean hummus + cut veggies: I swapped garbanzos in this recipe for black beans, added a dash of flax to thicken this a bit more and a lot of cayenne. Now that I’ve got the hang of making my own hummus, no more store bought nonsense. This takes all of 10 minutes to throw together at 1/4 of the price.
Cheap red wine + two liters of Sprite Zero + sliced citrus + lots of ice = Sangria!
Community dinner has been on a hiatus for the last couple of weeks and will more than likely go into hibernation again soon; summer is arriving and everyone is getting busy — including this wanderer. I thought last night’s dinner would be canceled, but last minute I received several RSVPs. As a hungry reader of Andy’s Diner, I shot Andy an email and asked if he had any quick go-to Cuban recipes he thought would work.
Ay caray! He was the man to ask. I made Cuban black beans (substituting turkey bacon for pancetta) and stewed chicken with white rice. We had sangria and coconut-pineapple sugar cookies too. It was a feast and everyone went home with perrito-bags. And I may have wolfed down black beans with my eggs this morning.
Thanks Andy! Great suggestion.
I hope you are having a happy week. I am very much looking forward to this weekend; one of my best friends is coming into town and we plan on painting it red. Or rojo, as one with another round of sangria up her sleeve might say.
No Knead 2.0, honey whole wheat.
A loaf for a dinner party last night, and a loaf today for a luncheon at work. I tripled the recipe (and quadrupled the yeast) to get bigger loaves than normal. It worked!
I think a sign of a great week to come is a slice of warm, homemade bread to start off your Monday. Don’t you? Giddyup and pass the butter.
Looking for a great way to honor your mama/wife/girlfriend this Mother’s Day? Yep, it is right around the corner and this year you could give her a gift that makes her beam with pride. What a thoughtful child I’ve created! A custom-made apron is a super gift to celebrate Mother’s Day.
Does your mother love to cook? Perfect! And for those who look at kitchen-time as a chore, we all know that the easiest way to make a bummer job better is to look great doing it. Having a glass of wine nearby doesn’t hurt either.
Send me a digital photo, recipe, memory, color, Bible verse, poem or feeling you want included in your mother’s apron. In turn, I’ll create a unique, thoughtful gift that will be wrapped and ready to rock by May 10th. The cost is $50 including shipping. Email me if you are interested — international orders will be accepted for the next two weeks: africankelli at gmail dot com.
Honor thy mother — rock thy kitchen.
Celebrating Adam’s 25th:
BBQ pulled pork sandwiches on
Buttermilk biscuits, with a side of
BBQ chicken wings
And those not wanting heart disease enjoyed:
Las frutas y
I think he was happy with the dinner.
It smelled good, but I simply cannot bring myself to eat pork or chicken wings. It’s the fat, and the skin respectively. Skinless bbq chicken? Love it, especially if it is my dad’s recipe. But this is just not my style. That said, it was fun to try something so new.
Thankfully he disagreed. And omnivore and carnivore alike came together to feast on brownies and ice cream in the end.
I made a couple more loaves of no-knead bread this weekend to take to Easter dinners. There is something about the smell of bread baking (especially these loaves; I added rosemary and parmesan cheese) that makes me ravenous. I wanted to pull them out of the oven, pour myself a big glass of milk, and eat the whole thing. Thankfully, I did not.
Instead, I sewed. I have a bunch of CAOK gifts I’m behind schedule in sending. Two African fabric jewelry wraps are being mailed out today. Thankfully Stephanie is helping me sort out the tunic mess. Fingers crossed that project will be back on track by the end of the week.
Also, I hope to be back on track soon too. I’m going through a rough patch professionally that has me uncharacteristically blue, cranky and anxious. Ultimately, I need to find a new job and I may not be able to go back to Africa this summer as I’d planned. I am not just bummed out, I’m heartbroken. I can’t discuss the details, but I am so thankful for my faith. I know that from challenge comes greatness. I’m just not sure what that is quite yet and in the in between uncertainty is eating my happiness for breakfast.
Thanks for your well wishes.