Peaches & Blueberries

The truth is, I haven't cooked or baked anything exciting in weeks. Hell, I've barely cooked at all, save for oatmeal, weekly batches of hard boiled eggs, and a couple of sweet potatoes here and there. It sucks when you get wrapped up in your busy schedule. Some of the craziness has been due to the Jewish holidays which meant lots of family time! A couple weekends ago my favorite 16 year old/cousin Liza and I made this nice little crumble for the whole gang so here ya go.

INGREDIENTS

4.5 cups peaches, cut into large chunks

1 cup blueberries

1/2 lemon, juice only

3 tbl brown sugar (add more if peaches are tart)

3 tbl butter

1 tbl all purpose flour

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1 cup rolled oats

1/4 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 tsp kosher salt

1/2 lemon, zest only

1/2 cup all purpose flour

1/2 cup butter, cubed

METHOD

preheat over to 350 F

1. First, zest the lemon before you cut it in half and juice it
2. Combine the first section of ingredients together in a large bowl, tossing gently to coat the fruit
3. In a separate bowl combine the second group of ingredients. Rub the butter into the mixture so it makes small pea sized pieces 
4. Pour the fruit mixture into a pie pan or square dish
5. Top with the crumble mixture
6. Bake for 35-45 minutes until the top is golden and the inside is bubbling out a little
7. Serve warm or cold with ice cream or whipped cream or eat as is

It's my BIRTHDAY!

Yes, you heard right. It's my birthday today! (get ready for a boatload of exclamation marks)

I'm a whopping 23 years old! Bada Bing Bada Boom

In 23 years I can tell you a few things for sure:

1. rainbow sprinkles are life enhancers

2. my family is the shit

3. laughing so hard you pee your pants is the reason you are alive

4. everyone picks their nose

I'm going under the assumption that everybody loves May 2nd as much as I do.

You do, don't you? 

Yah, you do. 

If not for it being MY birthday, then at least for it finally being May and 

for these sprinkley cinnamon rolls I'm about to unleash in to your life.

You ready, life? GET READY.

So it starts with a dough:

You know the usual;
eggs, milk (almond milk), a little agua (water/H2O)

A little whisky whisky (the motion, not the glorious drink),
and then it's time for the flour, sugar, salt, madness, excitement, yeast

Why is there a pair of scissors??! I couldn't open the yeast...

Oh yah! It's that time.
Time for that somewhat seductive block of butter to join the party.

And then something incredible happens, 

right around the time the white chocolate & the sprinkles come into play.

That's when it gets wild. Wild and gosh darn crazy.

Because suddenly, you have this.

(With the help of a rolling pin/can of pam you sub for a rolling pin)

And then you're so entranced by this cosmic looking rainbow mad house,
that you just stare at it for a bit. Is it dough or a nebula? Who's to say? 

Rolled, twirled, sprinkled and whatnot. These puppies end up in the oven.

And you whip up some cream cheese frosting like you were born to do this!

Whipped!

And then this piping hot pan of ridiculousness was sitting in front of me.

And by God, I cannot for the life of me figure out where that missing roll went...

It may not be cake, but this SCREAMS Happy Birthday.
And I'm happily listening. Scream away little rainbow delights.

Stop it. I'm getting outrageous.
Real talk: these cinnamon rolls are outrageous. Fact.

Time to share the madness, here you go folks:

Boop!

Here's to twenty three!

Flashback

Back when I was in ‘Baking & Pastry for Culinary’ at school, we had to do piping homework most nights that looked like this



I’m not gonna lie to you, I thoroughly enjoyed doing this.

And when I got bored, aaaaand had extra piping gel I may or may not have decided to pipe some of my own words on to the tables in my dorm’s study lounge




what? your trying to tell me you don’t spend your free time doing similar activities? weird.

Focaccia & Co.

Today I woke up at 8 am to buy some yeast, to make focaccia. I love vacation, simply because making focaccia in the early morn is an option, not an obligation. funny how that works.