I’d wager that few would rate their middle-school years as a favorite time in their lives. An awkward period at best, its a time for trying on new identities and seeing what sticks; throw in puberty (or lack of signs thereof) and you’ve got a recipe for angst and anxiety aplenty. In addition to the usual woes of that age, I started off 6th grade as the new girl in school. Apprehensive to say the least, I chose to take the optimistic route and take it as an opportunity for reinvention. Why not try on a new persona, or at least name for size?
More often than not, what I’m cooking is a direct result of reading a recipe and pondering how I might tweak it to better suit my tastes. But every once in a while it’s a bit more organic than that. I used to scribble these thoughts down on a legal pad, but I noticed that these kept disappearing (I’m looking at you Andrew), so I went ahead and bought the least male-friendly notepad I could find. Now these ideas are contained in a delightfully tacky glittery neon lion notepad, and are safely sitting by for when I feel like fiddling around in the kitchen.
I’ve aired my predilection for oatmeal and granola many times here already, so it may surprise you to hear that one of my favorite morning meals has nary an oat in sight. This isn’t an everyday breakfast, rather a lazy day treat, brunch food if you will. There’s nothing overly complicated in its preparation, though it does take a bit longer than pouring a bowl of cereal, or making a pot of oatmeal. Luckily, your effort will be rewarded by a house perfumed by the scent of bacon and roasting apples, and if you’re like me, childlike glee at the anticipation of what’s to come.
Months ago, my darling friend Lashley invited me and my then new-ish boyfriend Andrew to a Þorrablót* feast held by The Icelandic Association of Northern California. Now, I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but Lashley and her family never fail to disappoint on a good time, so we showed up curious, ready to have some fun, and a little bit late (oops).
*Þorrablót or Thorrablot is an Icelandic mid-winter celebration, generally involving traditional songs, food, drink and dancing.