Non-dairy beverages are coming in all sorts of fascinating forms. My mom is a hemp milk drinker (after a series of explanation on its not having THC properties); my sister gets down with coconut; plenty of people get their liquid oat on; and I really love almond milk.
A friend with nut allergies walked into our kitchen the other day, expertly scouted the area, and murmured:
This in-between-seasons thing perplexes me. Jeans, or shorts? Hot or iced? Study, or lounge? It took a Day of Initiation and Recline to settle the flustration for me. Tie-dye leaves of golden brown and green rattled about. Gray-blue clouds drummed along. A wind with a little less pollen and a little more coolness whistled through my hair. It was enough: I gathered my semi-wilted produce, my stock and scarf (I think it was still around 60 degrees) and headed to my dad’s to make soup.
Decisive at last! The act of my dad happily eating said soup, in his recliner (leather almost as withered as my bell peppers), made this Recliner Soup.
Friends, internet, cats: hello. I write and post these pictures in hunger, an activity which I now clump under the category of Hazardous Endeavors, along with sitting next to a carton of Jelly Beans (after the first ten or so, it stops being a delicious pleasure and becomes a serious challenge of matching up the flavors to the supposed “Toasted Marshmallow”s and “Green Apple”s on the back; half the time I think they’re flippin’ a pancake over us all).
In terms of the crisp, I actually baked it a little over a month ago in celebration of early summer produce and Michael’s birthday. So, if it wasn’t written in the stars already, I am late. Heh. But! I still encourage following the seasons, so feel free to substitute nectarines, raspberries, blueberries, apricots, and so on. For now, take this citrusy, extraordinary Strawberry Rhubarb Crisp!
That’s a long title. Probably because it attempts to make up for the lack of posting (thank goodness Krisla saved us in March). Baking and cooking have been lagging in the past couple months…I definitely haven’t stopped eating, though.