Monday, March 18, 2013

Cinnabon Sunday


Cinnamon Rolls. Just the smell alone is enough to make your mouth water, amiright? The warm, sticky, gooey first bite... I mean, let's get real here, every Sunday should feature lots of frosted cinnamon-y goodness. Or maybe every day? Inspired by my fabulously talented friend Vanessa at Wear Flats To Dinner who's always up to something new and exciting in the kitchen, I decided to go big with my culinary ambitions in the cinnamon roll department. Maybe too big. From scratch, fully glazed, with almond flour and honey in place of white flour and sugar. As a baking novice who doesn't know the difference between a sieve and a sifter, perhaps I was biting off a bit more sticky-sweetness than I could chew? Probably. But WFTD doesn't shy away from a challenge, so neither is CL. (uh-oh same acronym as Craigslist?)

I followed this recipe from the blog Urban Poser, so feel free to skip all my baking adventure nonsense below and click on over for the full ingredient list and directions (here). In the meantime, here goes nothing!

Starting things out strong with an ingredient line-up...




First step is to combine almond flour, baking soda and salt in one bowl with eggs, honey, and coconut oil in a second.


Next is "kneading" the whole mixture together to form a smooth dough. Feeling like a real pro at this point, the only skill needed here is a background in play-doh. Experts, everyone one of us.


 More play-doh skills come in handy for rolling the dough out. Seen here pre-flattened... 


Now comes the most fun part. After pouring honey onto the entire surface of the dough, you then spread it out evenly with your hands. Using your hands instead of a spatula helps to not tear the dough. Smoothing the sticky honey into every corner and crevice of the dough's surface, I felt like some artisanal candle maker, hand-crafting one-of-a-kind wax pieces in a small Italian shoppe. Trust me, try it and you will feel the same way!

 


Next comes the innards. The raisins/walnuts/pecans/etc that go into the center of the roll. For me, the simpler the better, so all I sprinkled in was raisins and cinnamon. But feel free to be much more adventurous and sprinkle in whatever you like. Is it just me or is this starting to look like a giant Ants On a Log?


 Roll it up!


 Slicing and dicing to make sushi--I mean cinnamon rolls...


Into the oven they go. Bake time: 10-15 minutes.


As my kitchen filled with the wafts of warm cinnamon-y goodness, I turned my attention to the last and most nerve-racking step: the icing. In my quest for as challenging a cinnamon roll endeavor as possible, my original plan involved replacing the vanilla extract called for in the recipe with actual vanilla beans from a vanilla bean pod. Yes, vanilla bean pods exist. And they are sold in glass jars. Whole Foods is a crazy place. Eyeing my two vanilla beans with trepidation, I wavered momentarily on my initial commitment, but feeling confident enough coming off the play-doh portion, I went for it.

Lo and behold, the pods just look scary (and like giant spider legs). Scraping out the beans is easy peasy.


Mixing the vanilla beans into a bowl of coconut butter, honey and coconut milk... the frosting was ready. 


Once the rolls are cooled, on go the finishing touches. A few more dashes of cinnamon for good measure, and a smear of icing... Ta Da!



Challenge accepted and a success!
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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Juice Crazed

I've officially jumped on the juice craze band wagon. Typical, I know. True to form, I'm a couple years late to the juicing party, but I'm here now and ready to partay. As someone who struggles with incorporating enough greens into her diet (sorry Mom!), I love the idea of consuming an entire day's worth of leafy greens and vegetables (that I would never eat individually. A plate of parsley??) in one delicious gulp. Something about the veggies in liquid form instead of whole makes me feel immediately invincible--like I've just been given an IV drip of pure vitamin-mineral-goodness straight to my bloodstream. Juice craze, I totally get you.

As the brand-spanking new owner of a home juicer (thank you Kevin!), nervous yet to actually juice my first vegetable though, I've been researching and taste-testing different combos at various places around town taking notes on which ones are yummy enough to recreate at home. When I do finally bust open the home juicer, my taste buds will be ready and opinionated.

Emerging quickly as one of my favorites to stop into is Juice Generation. The Soho location is conveniently located two blocks from my office. Plus, it's attached to an Equinox gym so I get the added bonus of pretending to be fresh off an invigorating workout as I exit smugly, juice in hand.


My go-to order is the "Supa Dupa Greens" with spinach, kale, apple, parsley, cucumber, romaine, celery and lemon. Plus, a Raw Crunch Bar on the side for good measure (all organic! no artificial anything!). All deliciousness.


While I love the on-the-go convenience, my wallet does not. This juice craze party takes some serious funds to maintain. The ol' bank account will be much happier when I start making my juice at home instead of forking over $11 every time.

Do you have a favorite juice combination? Please share!


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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Vote Pink For Spring

Looks like Mother Nature heard me! What a beautiful end to the day! Still pretty chilly temps, but maybe, just maybe, my campaigning on Monday had a little bit to do with today's gloriousness. Captured some great pics on the ol' iphone just as the sun was going down. Makes things slightly more bearable that tomorrow's forecast includes the words "cold" and "wintery."




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Monday, March 11, 2013

Pink Campaign For Spring

Just when I think spring is around the corner... BAM a snowy Friday like last week decides to bulldoze its way through, dashing all my hopes and dreams. So this week I'm taking matters into my own hands. In an effort to will spring into arrival with the brightest shade of Essie pink available. Literally, this color called out to me from the very first shelf spot of the color spectrum at the drug store. It's called "Good Morning Hope" for pete's sake. Looks more like Pepto Bismol to me, but I hope Mother Nature can take a hint and is unable to ignore such a blindingly bright message (yes I went there). Despite the finished product looking more like mini easter eggs than fingernails, as I type away writing this post, catching a flash of pink across my keyboard every couple of seconds, I have to say I think I can feel that warm spring breeze on its way already....

Whoa. Embarrassingly janky cuticles up close and personal.
Spring, if you get here soon I have a secret for you.
The dress too! Pink was on the brain, apparently.
Are you eager for Spring to get here already?

What are some ways you're forcibly willing it into existence? (or maybe Winter's your thing?!)

Happy Monday all.
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Friday, March 8, 2013

Snow Day!

Who else bounds out of bed like it's Christmas morning, grinning ear to ear, when they wake up to surprise snow? *anyone?* I'll pretend that I heard some mumbled uh-huhs, which is great, because I do too! Here's what New Yorkers woke up to this morning...


Looks miserable, you're probably thinking. Yes, the idea of commuting or trudging through all that, slipping and sliding the whole way, does sound like a nightmare. But my inner 5-year-old was having none of it. Excitedly pulling my sturdy Sorel boots out from under-the-bed retirement, I bundled up with every hat/scarf/mitten I own, and headed out to make the 20-minute walk to work.

Boots, are you ready?
The start of my sojourn.

 Of course, what is usually a 20-minute journey took almost 45, but I blame that on stopping to take a photo every five minutes, and not the snow. Those Sorel folks really know how to make a boot; not one slip the whole way! Naturally, I looked like a complete idiot (or tourist) the whole time. As everyone else trudged along, heads down and shoulders hunched to the wind; there I was turning into the wind, a face full of snow, camera snapping away. I'm glad no one I know was around to witness it; weird looks from passers-byes were involved.

Oh, hi there. Don't mind me.
No seat for you!
Also from the market today: Snow!
 

Buddha-Elephant remains stoic against the elements.
Sadly, according to the weather forecast it's all supposed to melt tomorrow, so I plan on making the most of it today. Lunch break snow angels, anyone? Let's go traipse around some more before it all turns to slushy snow turds.

Happy weekend everyone!
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Navel Gazing

The whole idea of writing this post made me feel silly and self-centered. Navel gazing, as my dad likes to call it. In case you're wondering, dictionary.com defines navel gazing as: "excessive self-analysis and/or self-absorbed behavior." Ignoring my initial hesitation, I thought a good ol' navel gaze never hurt anybody, right? Taking a second every now and then to appreciate, or even celebrate, yourself is positive and healthy in my book. My brief moment of self-indulgence today came in the form of an unexpected urge to document my outfit. Clearly, I am no fashion trendsetter (not hip enough!), but will admit to a deep envy of those fashionistas out there with an effortless style, and the courage to blog about it, that seems to come so naturally. Not quite as natural for this girl. So it felt good to brush off the awkward discomfort for once; replacing it with a smile of (cheesy) acknowledgment.

Embarrassingly, putting this simple ensemble together this morning involved a lot of hemming and hawing in front of the closet, a change of tops three times, and a concentrated sift through my (limited) jewelry collection for the appropriate necklace. The result is certainly not exceptional, or really blog-worthy at all, but while hurriedly rushing out the door in the usual pre-work dash, I felt a small sense of pride well up. Pride in actually following through on a silly goal I set for myself earlier in the year to try to accessorize more often (blogged about here). Pride in discovering a fresh combo pairing of an old skirt and top to create a "new" outfit. Pride in taking a moment to appreciate and document the moment. But mostly--and this is where I really feel foolish as I type--pride in being me. Silly, but true.

Not the most profound revelation, but maybe this bout of navel gazing wasn't meant to produce some earth-shattering epiphany. Maybe it's simply a reminder to recognize, however briefly, the small moments in life that seem utterly mundane on the surface, but upon deeper inspection can be truly self-revelatory in the best way. Have you had any similar moments lately? Please share! There must be other navel-gazing weirdos out there like me, right? Right??


P.S. Please excuse my terribly ill-suited (and dusty!) Ikea mirrors for struggling to capture a full-size human being in one frame. Typical of those two.
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Friday, March 1, 2013

A Ball Of A Time

The Blue Hill Troupe Ball. The one night a year where it's socially acceptable to act like a high-schooler and relive your Prom. Without all the awkward photo poses and untimely zits! Yes, we're talking a full-on black tie affair; tuxes, cumberbunds, cuff links, floor-length gowns, and sparkly jewels dripping from every ear, neck and wrist. Ok, so maybe more Oscars than Prom. But a good time either way!

For those unfamiliar with The Blue Hill Troupe, it's a fantastic theater organization here in New York City that produces two Broadway musicals annually with all proceeds benefiting charity. The group is made up entirely of volunteer members--regular folks with 9-5 jobs who donate their time (mostly on weekends) to build, sew, drill, stitch, hammer, sing, and dance each show to life every Fall and Spring. A truly great group of people! As a member since 2008, I've met some wonderful friends in the Troupe and while I'm not as active in it as I once was, when February rolls around any Trouper worth their salt does not miss the Ball.

So last Saturday, Kevin and I squeezed into our very best duds and headed out to the fancy-shmancy Yale Club to dance the night away... 

We look like we went to Yale, right?




By the end, the heels were long gone, but that didn't stop my stocking'd feet. The sign of a good night!

 


We definitely did not take enough photos throughout the night--of the Yale Club, or the dessert bar, or the fancy outfits, or anything really (too busy dancing!), but there's always next year. Note to self for 2014: bring a real camera!

P.S. If you're in New York and want to check out the Troupe's spring show, Gilbert & Sullivan's The Mikado, buy tickets here!
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