I'm not a morning person. Not in the least. 7am and I go together like oil and water, fire and ice, toothpaste and ice cream, the Wicked Witch of the West and a bucket of water...
...you get the idea.
Some people need a bit of motivation to wake before the sun. Most turn to a hot cup of coffee to put some pep in their step. Others slip into their runners and hop on the treadmill or onto the pavement to get their blood and brains moving. I haven't really warmed to coffee that isn't bathed in sugar and doused with vanilla or chocolate and it's best I don't consume all that on a daily basis. As for running, I'm not altogether sure where my running shoes are and, if given the opportunity, I'd trip you in a zombie apocalypse because I quite literally can't run to save my life.
So, given that I've started getting up earlier than I'm used to the last few weeks, I need an alternate source of motivation. When you're half asleep, you're sporting a pillow-creased face and your slippers are on the wrong feet, I find that smoothies are a quick and easy thing to make. They don't take much thought, which is good because I'm pretty sure my grey matter is solar-powered.
So there you have it: Sunrise Smoothie. It's packed with creamy banana, tart strawberries, sweet pineapple and bright orange, all good vitamins and cheerful fruit to jump start your thinking thingy.
I have to apologize for a serious lack of yummy posts in the past few weeks. I have been busying myself with preparations to visit Ontario in less than two weeks. It's been almost two years since I've visited my family and friends and I can't be more excited!
What makes this trip extra special is that I'll be maid of honour and dessert caterer for my friend, Lisa's wedding. Lots and lots of cupcakes. Three different flavours. Three different cakes. Three different fillings. Three different frostings. And adorable toppers and baking cups to tie them all together. I'm having dreams about cupcakes to say the very least. Don't worry, I'll keep you all up to date as the deliciousness unfolds!
For now, let's switch gears. I thought it was fate when I saw these Ontario peaches at the store begging me to buy them. It seemed only right that I get a little Ontario preview and share it with all of you. There's nothing better than a fresh Ontario peach, fuzzy and bursting with bright flavour.
I've been on such a peach kick lately. Peaches in my yogurt, peaches in my hand, peaches and whipped cream, peach smoothies, peaches in my mouth. Then suddenly I remembered, oh yeah I have a food blog don't I? So why not share some of the peachy goodness with all of you?
Here is the first of a few peach installments to come. Honey Peach Smoothies!
In a family you operate like satellites that orbit around the home. When one moves the others shift to compensate. So when Lee starts working a late shift and doesn't get home until 2am some nights we all have to make some adjustments.
I miss him in the evenings and I stay up late to welcome him home. It doesn't feel right to go to bed alone. It's dark and cold without my personal heater. Go to bed late, wake up late. Being that it's winter I run out of daylight so I haven't been able to find the time to bake much.
You have to make the best of a bad situation. Cake helps. Sandwiches too. And texting. Lots and lots of texting. Strangely I've been finding myself watching a lot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but that's neither here nor there. I'm not responsible for the bad late night reruns I watch while in a semi-comatose state.
So when life gives you lemons make Cranberry Pomegranate Lemon Yogurt Cake.
That's how that goes right?
Is it just me or does the thought of biting into a refreshing popsicle down to the wooden stick give you the heebee jeebese? It not only ruins the whole experience it also incites a physical reaction in me that is most unpleasant.
You know that feeling when you drag your fingernails across a chalkboard or when you accidentally touch a bug? It feels like you need to chop your fingers off to get rid of the weirdness. Either that or run your fingertips across an SOS pad until the pain replaces the icks.
I used to chew on popsicle sticks when I was a kid then promptly hide them in the basement couch because I was too lazy to take them upstairs to throw them out. The thought of doing that now makes me cringe for a few reasons.
Sorry to make you think of bugs, amputation and skin abrasions while setting eyes on this rainbow of Fruit Punch Yogurt Popsicles. These have plastic sticks so no worries.
Enough of my neurosis. Let's get crack-a-lackin of some popsicles.
Like most of you out there I've been trying to figure out any way possible to avoid turning on the oven in this summer heat. Lots on BBQ pork chops and salads. It's not enough to avoid heating up the house but I'm also trying to devise ways to cool down too.
Sitting directly in front of the air conditioner is good, if not a little restricting.
Pony tails are nice. Just the act of getting my thick hair off the back of my neck is a relief.
Popsicles help. Yes they do. Especially the orange ones. I think they're a couple degrees more refreshing.
Ice cream too. Oh my yes. Lots and lots of ice cream.
Have you ever been to a Marble Slab Creamery? If not you need to get yourself to one as soon as humanly possible. You'll thank me later. It's custom. It's fancy. It's expensive. It makes you feel like you should be clutching your White Chocolate Raspberry Swirl chocolate dipped waffle cone with your pinkies out.
After reading a recent post by Brown Eyed Baker on how you can make ice cream without an ice cream maker it was decided. I needed to do this. There was no way around it. I do still plan on getting an ice cream maker attachment for my Kitchen Aid stand mixer, but in the mean time I can still live it up in custom made ice cream fabulousness.
But I made it frozen yogurt because I kind of prefer it. Or at least that's what I tell myself.