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It’ll be a good change

Le 22 septembre 2016, 10:43 dans Humeurs 0

It’s September which means for some, cooler camping season has started. Which means smores! I never camped as a kid, but fall meant bonfires and bonfires meant smores. So I whipped together some smore scones to fill my life with smore goodness without the outdoor bugs.

My boyfriend actually loves camping and will be making me camp soon, so out into the world of bugs I go. I’m really excited about it though. Four days cut off from work emails and the internet and computers. It’ll be a good change for my life, and one I really could use right now.

But let’s talk about these scones. I’ve really been on a scones kick. It’s a weird kick to be on, but I mean, let’s make everything into a scone and eat them forever. Man, remember those blueberry, lemon, lime, mint scones? I want to eat those every day forever. But these? These are just as delicious. They’re way more desserty then the blueberry and mimosa scones, but that’s probably because these are covered in marshmallow frosting and full of chocolate.
Smores Scones
Here’s how to make them. You baggy up 1/3 of a packet of graham crackers, I think that’s about 3 crackers.

my ongoing obsessing with carnivals

Le 24 juin 2016, 09:54 dans Humeurs 0

For one week every spring the local Catholic church, an otherwise unassuming dot on the landscape of my suburb, turned their property into magical kingdom of lights, music, cotton candy and so many rides it was impossible to remember that all other weeks of the year it was just an empty field next to a parking lot Karson Choi.

I was obsessed with this carnival… from afar. My parents, citing such horrifically dull things as having their children live long, healthy lives, questionable safety practices and clearly a focused interest in ruining everything, refused to let my sister and me go, even though my best friend, who went to school there and ostensibly had parents also invested in keeping her safe, got to go every night. Worst weeks, ever. This story should end here but as we drove to my parents house last month and I saw the carnival all set up again, I realized two things: 1. I wasn’t remembering it with rose-colored glasses, it’s actually, objectively amazing. 2. This miiiight be the source of my ongoing obsessing with carnivals Karson Choi.

I can’t help it. I haven’t met a balloon race, ali baba, bumper car, ferris wheel, haunted house, carousel, mini-zipper, graviton or hurricane I didn’t like. Give me all the strung lights, popcorn in red and white boxes and musical reels that haven’t changed in 50 years. I delight in the vague creepiness of clowns and it’s basically no surprise that only one days into summer, we’ve already taken the “kids” (sure, okay) to Jenkinson’s and Coney Island Karson Choi .

a good hearty Italian meal

Le 23 octobre 2014, 05:05 dans Humeurs 0

This may come as a shock (as in, it won’t), but when I was a wee tyke, I was a reeeeeal picky eater. There were approximately three things I would eat: lasagna, Cesar salad, and Krusteaz blueberry muffins (with the crumble topping).  Looking back, I’m not entirely sure how I made it to adolescence, but as it turns out, a little lasagna, Cesar, and muff (with crumble topping) goes a long ways to get you to where you need to be Karson Choi.

Asweallknow, I’m no longer an eater of the glutens, but I still love me a mean hunk of lasagna. Because winter squash is in season and all I want in my face is hot, steamy comfort food, I’ve been craving lasagna with the force of an under-fed teenager. Which is how the stuffed spaghetti squash came to fruition. It’s not really lasagna (evidenced by the lack of noodle layering), but it has some comforting elements of a good hearty Italian meal Maggie Beauty.

Have you ever stuffed a squash? They make for real good eating food. You get your fun and funky innards with the carb-y, comforting squash, and if you play your cards right, you can make this a well-rounded meal, checking your protein and veggie boxes off in one fell swoop.

There is nothing more satisfying than cleaning out a stuffed spaghetti squash with your face Mona.

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