Tagged: breakfastrecipes

Melissa is a wonderful blog friend whom I admire very much. Over the year (ish?) that I've known her, she's been incredibly supportive of Turntable Kitchen...and me, personally. She's a Jill-of-all-trades (there's a reason her site is called The Faux Martha , a nod to the one and only) who recently started a business with another friend, Erin . Her knitted cowls (I own one but could totally use them in every color) are beautiful as they are cozy and warm, and her site is refreshing, inviting, and all-around inspiring. I'm so happy [...]

I read this post by Erin Loechner , who writes the blog Design for Mankind , last week and have been thinking about it ever since. When I first started blogging, I did it sporadically and unintentionally. I didn't schedule time to blog or seek out inspiration per se. I would blog when I felt like it, when something interesting hit me, or when I happened to capture a photo of something I made at home or ate out. This was before Pinterest and Instagram and Twitter (but not Facebook). Before I owned a fancy camera or even [...]

This will be the first time (ever!) that Matt won't be spending Christmas with his family in Ohio. He'll be spending it with his family here in San Francisco - that's me and our soon-to-be-here (though please don't get here too soon!) baby girl. In the months leading up to the holidays, I've been trying to think of ways to make our first Christmas together as a family unit a special one. I know it will be different from years past, but I think it will be great nonetheless. We're going to watch some of our favorite holiday movies (Home [...]

If I had to guess, I'd say that granola makes up about 30% of my diet. You see, five days a week, my typical breakfast involves yogurt, granola, and fresh fruit. I also have a naughty habit of standing in the kitchen, snacking on granola straight from the jar after I've already finished my breakfast.  On occasion, I'll have a bowl of oatmeal instead. But let's talk about granola. There are usually two glass jars filled with it on my counter at any given time. I often make a fresh batch on weeknight evenings, mixing everything, spreading it [...]

Pancakes have become somewhat of a weekly tradition for us. Most days, Matt and I each sit down to a bowl of food — he to his cereal, me to my yogurt and granola. But on Saturday morning, I often start thinking about what I'll be making for breakfast before I've even opened my eyes. I take a mental walk through my kitchen cabinets, my hands reaching for different flours, my eyes glancing over spices, extracts and fresh fruit. I peek into the fridge to see if I have buttermilk, milk, or cream. I start pondering combinations until I settle [...]

I'm writing to you from a black hole. A brief breath of fresh air in the midst of one of the busiest, most chaotic weeks of work. The reason? It's called a conference. Have you ever been involved in prepping for a conference? Let me tell you what it feels like: like you will never rise above the water. Being a writer, my work doesn't usually feel like a never-ending fire (sure, some writer's block and deadlines can loom, but in general, I'm pretty good at keeping pace). Anyhow, I've learned over the years that when you're working seemingly round [...]

I rarely watch TV but every two years when the Olympics are on, I find myself glued to the screen for many more hours than I care to admit. In fact, as I write this post, I keep getting distracted by what's happening over in London. The names of the superhuman athletes representing nearly every country in the world become immortalized. We watch these people who spend hundreds and thousands of hours practicing their sport, through injuries and pain, through failures and disappointments, and we see a glimmer of hope. The possibility of greatness for every single one of them. [...]

I try to plan at least one trip per year as a way to reward myself for being a working person the rest of the time, and also so that I can enjoy the incredible feeling of counting down towards a few days off, new experiences, and a reason to eat double what I'd normally eat in a week. Whether I'm headed on a big overseas journey or just a quick long weekend trip, I find that one of the things I look forward to most is the countdown, the anticipation. Our trip to Sicily is now only [...]

We women are constantly reminding each other that we support one another. We welcome and share each other's ideas. We compliment each other on our clothing choices and haircuts. We boast about each other's cooking skills. We raise a glass to each other's promotions, raises, and career accomplishments. We tell each other that we all have a choice to be a single working woman, a working mom, a stay-at-home mom. We see other women's successes as our own, and as a celebration of woman-kind. Or, do we? I tend to think of myself as both a 'girl's girl' [...]

My hair stylist told me the other day that the mullet is coming back. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but if the mullet means scrunchies, neon colors and leggings, I could be ok with it. Since the turn of the century (how crazy does that sound?!) we've gone through the 702s hipster phase and I suppose it's not unreasonable to expect that the mullet is just around the corner. Let's talk about the 802s. I was born in the 802s and caught most of the decade. I remember my dad hand-built his own computer. He [...]

When my parents and I moved from Russia first to Israel, and then to the United States, our relatives said goodbye to us knowing there was a very real possibility they'd never see us again. At the time, technologies like Skype didn't exist and Russia had a strict "get out and don't come back" policy. I didn't realize the grandness of my parents' sacrifice. Taking their little girl of seven across the world, to a country they had never been before, where the language spoken was written 'backwards' and dry, hot, dessert winds called 'hamsin' were more common than temperate [...]

Fluffy, tender biscuits have been eluding me for years. You see, I'd find recipe after recipe, tweak here and there, in the hopes that I could recreate those towering, cracked rounds that I'd see in magazines and cookbooks. But they would never come out the way they looked in those images. Frustrated, I had given up on biscuits. Stupid things. And then, one bright Saturday morning, they called out to me again. But this time, I had no expectations. I jumped in without hope, without fear. I chopped a hearty amount of fresh sage. I whisked my flour. [...]