Category Archives: Breakfast

The most important meal of the day!

Cherry Almond Millet Muffins


We start with the basics: butter, whole wheat pastry flour, millet and yogurt and sour cream…


But then we add…

And we get a beautiful muffin, sandy in texture (good for those who usually love cornbread) with little jewels of cherry and crunch of the almond/sugar topping.

Cherry Almond Millet Muffins:

adapted from Heidi Swanson’s Super Natural Everyday

2¼ cups whole wheat pastry flour

⅓ cup raw millet

1 tsp aluminum free baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp fine-grain sea salt

1/8 tsp each cinnamon, ginger, grated nutmeg

1 cup dried cherries

1 cup plain yogurt (or ½ cup yogurt and ½ cup sour cream)

2 large eggs, lightly beaten

½ cup barely melted unsalted butter

½ cup honey

Grated zest and 2 tbsp juice from 1 lemon

For the topping:

1/4 – 1/2 cup sliced almonds

2 tbsp turbinado or sanding sugar

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees with a rack in the top third of the oven. Butter a standard 12-cup muffin tin or line with paper liners.

Whisk together the flour, millet, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger in a large bowl. Stir in the dried cherries.

In a another bowl, whisk together the yogurt, eggs, butter, honey and lemon zest and juice until smooth. Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and stir until the flour is just incorporated.

Divide the batter among the muffin cups, spooning a heaping 1/4 cup batter into each one, filling it a bit below the rim. Sprinkle the sugar over the muffins and then sprinkle the sliced almonds, pushing each one down a little into the batter so they stick.

Bake for about 15 minutes, until the muffin tops are browned and just barely beginning to crack. Let cool for 5 minutes in the pan, then turn out of the pan and cool completely on a wire rack.

Fonts in today’s post: Ribbon and Archer bold
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Foodie Birthday!


Everyone deserves a good birthday. This is the day that you’re presence has blessed the earth! This is the day that you’re parents became sleep deprived and poor! This is the day that your bottom was slapped and you let out your first cry to the world that said “Hey! Me! I’m here!!”  I love my birthday. I have always loved my birthday. But, then again, I am under 30 (does it change after that?). I actually have been feeling older lately.  I guess going back to school does that to you… I mention a wine I like and they all look at me with blank stares “I’m 19” they say. Sigh.  Oh to be 19 again. Still, 27 turned out to be not that bad. Pretty good actually. It turns out there are a lot of people that love me and wish me the best, which is always a blessing. And, bonus: I got to eat cake. With no regrets (though I hardly have them anyways in regards to cake).

First, please indulge some remembrances of birthday’s past….

When I was 6, McDonald’s was my choice of birthday parties. As it was for years after that. I think it was the milkshakecheeseburgerfriescokecakewithRonaldMcDonald’sfaceonit that got me addicted. As a child my culinary pursuits were purely Freudian ID. But I have always loved food- and I remember looking forward to meals like they were my only hope for pure joy for the next 2-3 hours. Snack time, with a nap afterwards? Hell ya.

And when I was 10?  The tea party! What about 16? Teriyaki Chicken! 19? A suburb dinner at the Stockpot, practically an institution, in the Portland area (still my standard for Mussels, Filet, and Lobster bisque… oh and the flourless chocolate cake has become my standard of perfection.)  The food and the places don’t matter, well, they sorta don’t matter, but what DOES matter is the people I was lucky enough to have around me that loved loved me, wanted to make my day special, and wanted to show me that my existence on this earth was something to be celebrated. Yes. I am lucky. But I still argue that everyone should have a day. A day that is completely theirs.

So, you might be wondering, what does a foodie do on her birthday? Well…EAT! I was treated to many culinary delights over the “birthday weekend”, including breakfast at Gathering Together Farms. It was packed, if you go, make reservations for sure. The scene was nice, with the restaurant out on the covered porch and heaters set up, and the farm store inside, it was very quaint. This would be an excellent place to take people who are from out of town. You really get the “flavor” of Corvallis when you eat here. I had the Eggs Burnheimer, which featured homemade biscuits (that were so buttery Paula Deen herself would have been proud) house made sausage, a poached egg, sauteed Kale and and topped with freshly made from scratch hollandaise sauce. I think hollandaise may be the best thing to come out of France ever. Besides pommes frites. They had other dishes on the menu I wished I could have ordered, the pork belly omelet with goat cheese, and the smoked salmon omelet was a contender as well. But, in the end, I just wanted the whole package-the combo- the runny egg-buttery biscuit- rich sausage and hollindaise goodness that makes me feel like it’s my special day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3am Granola Cravings


Ok so… we’ve all had those nights, when we wake up at some terrible hour and are completely unable to fall back asleep? Um, yea, I had one of those nights last night.  It was 3am and my new kitten, Franklin, was playing with her tail. Normally I would chuckle and think this was very cute, but not at 3am. I got up and put her downstairs, got a drink of water, and thought “OK! Now I’m ready for some zzz’s.” Not so much.  I started thinking about food. Lots of food. And writing this darn blog (dedication people! I’ve got dedication!)… and that was that. Sigh, I threw back the covers and gave in.  Getting out of bed and padding down to the living room I started to read cookbooks (quite a library I have, more to come on that later) and writing notes about meatloaf and pastrami and homemade thousand island dressing among other things. Sooner or later, I got hungry!

I knew that all I needed was a little snack, and THEN I could finally fall asleep again. And you know what sounded good? The homemade granola that was staring back at me earlier that day.  With the fresh raspberries I picked up that evening and some cold milk! Perfect!! I pour the granola, I get out the raspberries…and in the fridge I see…no milk. Sad and disappointed I decide that it would be silly to go to the store at 4am. I go back to bed, resolved to forget about the call of the granola.  But I could not.  45 minutes later I finally gave in, reasoning that I was obviously NOT going to fall back asleep at this point anyways.  So I head to Winco (24 hours, thankfully) in my pajamas on a milk mission. Once I got there I remembered all the notes and thoughts about food I had written down in those wee wee hours, and left the store 45 dollars worth of groceries heavier.

Once at home, I finally had my granola moment. Crispy crunchy homemade maple pecan granola, fresh juicy sweet red raspberries, and cold milk. With a cup of super strength coffee in my hand, I thought “hmmm… I should eat this more often.”

See the recipes section for the granola… but a word of advice: make sure you have plenty of milk on hand.