This picture isn’t pretty, I apologize. HOWEVER, this pie is absolutely freaking amazing! At work my bosses got me a wonderful little gift: a ton of mini pie pans to bake up Holiday pies. For a baking (notably pie) obsessed being, I was maybe a little too excited to look at some aluminum pans. But to a baker like me, that is like a canvas to an artist or an empty journal to a writer. The thought of filling them makes me nearly giddy and brimming with positive energy. Last week while I was turning around at work to fill up the baked goods, it struck me and I said to Jackie, “I want to make a sweet potato pie.”
Now seeing as I am a Universe, manifest believing, put it out there-attract it person, I jumped on making this pie a reality. Cue in Tuesday night. The dreary weather had me bored out of my mind. I sat cross-legged in my living room surrounded by a pile of books, journals, paints, canvases, pencils and sketch books. I had laundry going downstairs. I was at ease from just tidying up my apartment. Rumours was playing on my turntable. Something was missing. But what could it be? Ah smell. There is no tantalizing baked good in my oven, filling up my apartment with sweet homey smells. This had to change. Insert this pie going into the oven.
Next I needed a tester. Upon talking, I discovered my friend Heather had never had a sweet potato pie. Perfect! A taste-tester, plus time with one of my favoirte people? Score! Add a night snuggled into my couch, with Heather sitting opposite from me with a fresh slice of pie, chatting about life, love, and relationships. It may have been dreary outside, but my night and heart were kind of filled up.
Man the past two days have been just kind of dreary, rainy, cold, etc. Good days for soup, you know what I am saying? Pretty much this weather makes me want to curl up with a hot bowl of soup, book, journal or make a grab for my sketchbook, while I play some Fleetwood Mac Rumour’s in the background. Sounds kind of perfect to me. How about you? How do you like spending your dreary, drizzly days? I could keep going. Snuggled and dug into my couch, another friend across from me on the other couch, digging deep, connecting more, and spilling about life, love, and relationship. Relaxing in a tub, with a hot mug of tea and a good book beside me, lights off, candles on, romancing myself into a steamy bliss state. In my kitchen, baking up a pie, the smell drifting throughout my apartment, making it smell warm and Fall-like, inviting. Music cranked up (hooked on some Sam Smith radio lately), cleaning and doing laundry (this one here is a complete Charlie answer, my grandfather loved to clean, sometimes I catch the fever too).
So if you are wanting to hunker down at home with a good soup, here is a recipe for a chili I made recently. It was so good and my ex and I had a whole night in watching movies and chowing down on it, patting ourselves on the back for our tasty success.
Brittany’s Dreary Weather Chili Soup
2 cups tomato juice
2 cups broth (mine was a bone broth I made myself)
Normally I am an apple girl. The other day, while I was conceptualizing my macadamia nut pie, I also had a yearning to make a cheesecake. But I always do apple, why not pears. Why not a caramel pear.
This turned out super rich and decadent. My only tweak would be to do a thicker cheesecake layer. Which I have adjusted for here. But Bob and I both voted that this was absolutely delicious, especially with the nut crust.
Macadamia nuts are my favorite. As I was walking home from work the other day, as often happens, I began conceptualizing dishes and recipes. At work I make a much loved Chocolate Bacon Pecan Pie. As I was strolling along, I thought to myself, what if I made one with macadamia nuts? And then I typically use nuts for the crusts. What if I use almond flour and add some coconut?
I normally do not brag and I am typically hyper-critical of my own work, but this pie is freaking delicious. Once I posted a pic, my co-workers asked where it was so I made them one with white chocolate chips at the bottom. Amaze-balls. So good. This was some of my feedback. Plus my own succumbing to brag about the yumminess. The holidays are coming up, it’s pie season, maybe add this to your repertoire for the season.
It’s Fall in case you didn’t know. I love fall, I love October. This time of year the leaves are in a perfect transition. The park had my head spinning trying to snap shots of the change right before my eyes. The drive up to Parke Country for the Covered Bridge had my jaw dropping. The breathtaking sunsets over the fields. It’s that time of year when I think of Jason Aldean’s Flyover States song. I feel content to be a simple little Hoosier, Midwestern girl. It’s a time for family. For my friends. For campfires at my parents. For Halloween planning. For festivals. For weddings. For baking! I am loving all the baking I’ve been doing at work lately. The smell of caramel apple pie baking is mesmerizing. Here are my favorite Fall Recipes I have ever posted. And I will warn you I am slightly obsessed with butternut and there are only a few pumpkin. I hope you find something you enjoy! Last Fall pic is a shot from the Covered Bridge Festival this week.
Okay so obviously change is in the air. It is October. The leaves are beginning to change. The temperatures are dropping. Last week we had a rad eclipse. Symbolism everywhere. Do we embrace the change or fight it?
“I feel like change, even if it is by choice, is like when I went skydiving. That moment in the doorway. Exhilarating and the full range of emotions. Fear, anticipation, nervous excitement. You can stand there but at some point you have to leap. I remember standing with my eyes closed and then I called myself out for being a chicken shit and opened them to experience the jump. You may be resistant to go to the door. But at some point you will have to make the leap. What if I fall? But what If I fly/soar type stuff. How do you embrace change? Keep your eyes open and soar into the unknown. Jump” ~Me on Facebook