OK, so I have two confessions to make. One, I have to admit that I don’t know what exactly makes sangria sangria. Does it have to use wine? Citrus fruit? Liquor? This uses … none of that. So I’m not really sure if it’s sangria at all. (But I promise that whatever it is, it’s still delicious.)
WE’RE DONE! Three months of blissful ignorance about whether we passed begins now. Words can’t express how happy I am. 🙂 But they can express peanut butter and chocolate (well, to an extent) so I’ll try and do that instead.
So we’re in the homestretch before the bar! It’s one week from tomorrow. At this point, I’m more resigned than afraid (or in denial?), but I should still probably post this quick and scurry back to studying. Here’s a quick and easy toasted club sandwich with pesto mayo, sliced turkey and chicken, my favorite spreadable cheese from Laughing Cow, and the added bonus of a little turkey bacon. A pretty great study break that doesn’t take up too much time but is still tasty.
So, it’s really hot outside. (Evidently, it’s fry-an-egg-and-bacon-on-the-sidewalk hot outside. Wow.)
In light of that, I think it’s the perfect time to share the recipe for cold brew concentrate that we’ve been using this summer for homemade iced coffee. (Take that, Starbucks! I’ll wean off you yet.) Apartment Therapy saved my life last month when they linked to an article on how to make iced coffee from cold brew on The Kitchn, during the first heatwave of the summer. I actually didn’t know until I read it that you could make cold brew concentrate without some kind of gadget (and at the very least, a French press)! If anyone else out there was as blind as me, I hope now I can help you see! 🙂 And maybe save you from hours of despondently waiting for your hot coffee to cool, like we did. Haha.
Today is Sunday. That, to me, feels like a cookie day. I was going to post a delectable recipe I just found on Taste Love & Nourish, these wonderfully decadent but (relatively) guilt-free chocolate fudge cookies, but I’ve been having problems with my new oven where none of my cookies will spread! And I don’t know why! 🙁 (If anyone happens to read this, your tips would be much appreciated!) So far, I have managed to deduce that my oven is very hot (at least 50 degrees hotter than the setting reads, I think) and suspect that the new pan I bought a few months ago may also have something to do with it, but with much fiddling I’ve only gotten my cookies to kind of spread, but mostly have been eating strange cookie-truffle hybrids that, while still delicious, don’t resemble cookies at all. So, trust me that those fudge cookies are amazing, and instead I will simply post my very very most favorite recipe for chocolate chip cookies — to be precise, the New York Times Jacques Torres 36-hour-waiting-period cookies — that I first made last year (a simpler time free of oven mysteries).
In our last semester of law school, Bowl #2 and I started studying at Panera Bread from time to time and got hooked on their chicken salad sandwich.
We aren’t doing much to celebrate this year, but one thing there’s always time for is a good summer cocktail. I don’t even know if this needs a recipe — blend about 4-5 cups (a blender-full, basically) of watermelon cubes with a few leaves of mint, some ice if not chilled, ice cream if you like it (I added a few tablespoons of strawberry ice cream, just because) and garnish with mint (and blueberries, if it’s Independence Day!) And I guess that’s just a mocktail, so — if it’s your inclination, then also add a splash of vodka, gin, champagne, or anything else that floats your boat. 🙂
Hope you’re having a happy Fourth! 🙂 Thank you for reading!
As it turns out, studying for the bar is no fun. No fun at all. But if there’s anything that makes it okay, ridiculously fluffy homemade banana pancakes must be high on the list. This past Sunday, I thought we would take a break from memorizing the law by indulging in a traditional lazy, full-fat, extra-syrup brunch, and for the first time, I decided to make pancakes from scratch instead of reliable old Aunt Jemima. It turns out that it might be even easier than premade mix (me, for once, deciding not to buy premade things!), to the point where I don’t know why I didn’t do it before. And it was absolutely worth the sluggish non-studying we did the rest of the day.
One of the first blogs I ever started following was Cupcakes and Cashmere. It’s remarkable how much my focus has shifted over the last few years in terms of what blogs I like to read; initially it was purely fashion blogs, but as I’ve come to cook more and more, and especially in the years since I’ve come to live in my own apartment, blogs on cooking and interior design have almost totally eclipsed my former interests. The great thing about Cupcakes and Cashmere is that, while I initially found her through her fashion posts, the wonderful mix that she posts of all three of my interests keeps me constantly engaged in reading her blog. A couple of weeks ago, she posted a recipe for a Triple Berry Pie from Cook’s Illustrated (and first made here) that looked absolutely amazing — so, since I’ve never made a berry-based pie before, I thought it was time to try it.
A few weeks ago, I came upon this ingenious idea for porter milkshakes on Yellow Brick Home, and was so floored. Beer milkshakes! Why did this never occur to me before? We’re not frequent porter drinkers, but we are huge fans of Left Hand Milk Stout, and usually have it in constant supply. So it was an easy step to go out and buy some vanilla ice cream to make this happen.