It’s a food-heavy week here on A Thousand Threads, but that’s how we like it (any excuse for a little extra snack is a good one in my book). Head on over to Simple & Crisp now for my interview and the recipes for these three simple pairings — including the very tasty blood orange gin fizz shown above.
Thank you, Simple & Crisp, for the lovely feature! I was so flattered to be asked.
Sometimes you don’t have the time or the energy for the whole shebang — and sometimes a bowl of cereal for dinner just sounds really, really good. I believe wholeheartedly in those times. (And in cereal for dinner, for that matter…) But when the cereal isn’t quite cutting it, this is one of the most common snacks we break out. Crusty bread, sliced apples, and a little bit of almond butter go a long way to satisfy a busy appetite — and I think they might be even just a little bit healthy too. Especially if the almond butter is homemade, a process that’s a whole lot easier than you might think…
I’ve mentioned before that I grew up on the coast, and in Oregon that means a love of two things: fog and fish. Fish taste, fish smell, salty air and a dusty fog that greets you with a smile damn near every day… that’s what life is made of, even if the fog does lead to a grey, drizzly afternoon, and going fishing almost always means putting on the warmest clothes you have.
So when I moved east, and ever so slightly away from the coast, I was surprised to find both how often people mistake fog for smog (and how often I mistake smog for fog… man I’m desperate to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but SLC, I don’t know about you) and how many people just totally despise fish! Especially the fish that actually tastes like fish… like the poor old salmons of the world.
Now, my first reaction would be to say, “More for me!” but I feel bad… because if you’re not loving the salmon like I am I have to tell you, you’re really missing out.
Mark is one of you anti-fish folks… so naturally I’ve been working to convert him since we met.
And so far it’s going pretty well! That is, until we get to salmon… or let’s just say all of the fish that tastes like fish.
But what if it didn’t? What if you took the best, most fresh piece of salmon and infused it with lots and lots of lemon flavor so that all was left was that creamy, delicious fatty salmon flavor… without so much of all of that fish.
I’m gonna go ahead and say that this is probably the most perfect breakfast food known to man, and leave it at that.
Soft, crusty french bread soaked in cream and honey and fried with an egg, doused with maple syrup and served piping hot — can you even imagine anything better?
I didn’t think so…
Snow and I, we don’t go way back. As a kid growing up on the coast, I can remember exactly one big snow where I think we built a snowman about half the size of six or seven-year-old me.
To really see snow we had to travel, which meant it was always on our terms. We saw snow if we felt like seeing snow, and playing with snow, and when we were done we left snow where it was and went home.
Then I moved to the east coast, and I hated everything about it, especially the weather. Hot and humid in the summer, freezing in the winter, and a spring and fall so short you can’t pinpoint exactly when they begin or end, except to say that that’s when the allergies and the tourists hit the city in full force.
The weather here is truly crap.
But this year – this winter – I don’t know. I do kind of like the snow. Even if it does keep coming down every few days.
Okay so maybe that’s subjective — but I think it tastes pretty amazing, and it definitely tastes better than the nut milk you buy in the stores.
Even if you’re not a big fan of the real stuff – you might like this. It’s sweet and creamy and really isn’t anything like what I usually imagine nut milk to be.
Hell, it’s even white. Is nut milk white? I’m thinking my Almond Breeze is usually a slightly more boring shade of bland. Which is perfect, because it matches the watery taste.
When it comes to being sick, I’m a traditionalist. Chicken noodle soup, hot tea, warm blanket… prop me up on a couch and leave me there until it all goes away.
I’ll take the stuff, the NyQuil, the Theraflu, the this and that – but the only thing that ever really makes me feel good is the soup. That and ginger ale – even when it’s just a cold. I’m sure it’s all in my head but there’s just something about that stuff – it’s like Windex.
So this weekend, when both Mark and I were feeling bad, that sweet man did just the thing he knows I love and made me soup.
Homemade soup.
And just in case you’ve never had it, I need to tell you now that the homemade stuff isn’t even in the same category as the canned stuff – I’m pretty sure they’re different foods.
Sure, the Campbell’s can is nostalgic and the stuff can be tasty if all you really want is the broth. But for the real thing – the hearty, tasty, satisfying, cold-curing real thing – you just have to make it at home.
And, not to brag or anything, but Mark’s is the best…
I’m so excited to be over on Lark & Linen today, posting while Jacquelyn is in South Africa!
Go there now to see all of the details on this delicious cake — I’ll just be back here, still dreaming of the smell.
These might not be the best gingersnaps in the world. The truth is I can’t really say. I’m as biased as they come.
I’m biased because growing up, my grandma always (ALWAYS) kept a batch of these in her freezer, and every time I’d come over (which was all the time… I could walk to my grandparents’ house from my own) I’d sneak into the container for a cookie… and I tell you, to this day I’m not even the biggest fan of the gingersnap in theory… but you put that guy in the freezer for a while and I’m sold.
Even now, making this recipe from a worn out old handwritten card I inherited when my grandma passed away, it’s all I can do not to think about how great those fresh out of the oven cookies would be with some ice cream. They just have to be cold.
That is, when I’m not thinking about the person who wrote that card…
Happy snowy Tuesday, everyone! It sounds like the weather is pretty frightful just about everywhere this week… and if you’re stuck inside like me, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re probably looking for something that looks a little bit like this. Creamy, comforting, filled with bourbon…
Bonus? This was my first time with homemade eggnog, and it was so much easier than expected.
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