This was the Pumpkin Risotto that I made for Thanksgiving! My friend Marvin of MarvInc Photography, was wonderful enough to take pictures for me! It was yummy as he made it look!
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Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Pastry: Strawberry Rhubarb Pie
Pairing: Prosecco
I just stumbled across these photos that I took back in June. I brought this pie in to work and I am pretty sure it was devoured in seconds.
I am going to let you in on a little secret, the best thing about pie is that it is incased in dough, thick, hearty, flakey and very buttery dough. The insides are important too, don’t get me wrong, but if you screw up that dough, don’t bother. Developing the prefect pie dough took me years. I swear, I screwed up hundreds of pies before finally, FINALLY, getting it right, I swear, whoever said “Easy as Pie” was a insane. But whether easy or not, I can’t live without it, and here is one of my many pies from the summer. It is sweet and tart with a chewy buttery crust—thick, no thin crusts for this girl. Wash it down with a light and bubbly and sweet prosecco and you have the perfect setting for a summer night out on the porch.
A nice stout apple cake…
And by stout, I of course mean ‘the beer’. Oatmeal stout to be exact.
This weeks Pairing: Samuel Smith’s Oatmeal Stout with a Stout Apple Bundt.
Fall brings out the best in everything if you ask me. The colder weather brings out amazing crisp smells of leaves and fruit that make you just want to snuggle up in your comfy sweater (the one with the ragged, fraying sleeves, holes in the armpits and little balls of fluff all over it, but you don’t care because it is your comfy sweater, your one and only—yeah, that sweater), pull on your woolly elephant slippers and head right for the kitchen and there you bake. You bake Stout Apple Cake.
To Begin at the New Beginning
The Beer: Saranac Amber Wheat
The Pastry: Lemon-Zucchini bread, topped with cream cheese and lemon honey drizzle
So Hi! I just moved (to Pittsburgh)! I am sitting in my apartment, surrounded by boxes, most of them unpacked because the only boxes I cared to unpack were my kitchen boxes, specifically, the ones with my baking wares. Can you tell what kind of person I am yet?
Moving to Pittsburgh from NYC was a big change, a shocking change, and a really good change. I see it as my chance for a new start. A chance to start doing what it is I have really been wanting to do, and not just what I have to do to pay rent and buy food.
See, I have for years, loved to bake, and I have, for years, loved to drink beer. And I have, for years, well, at least a year, wanted to marry the two. Cupcake and beer anyone? You look at me strange, but you will come to trust my instincts. I swear. You will. No really, you will.
