Somehow I’ve managed to make it through nearly 27 years of living without realizing that late (second) harvest strawberries exist. Perhaps I knew once and forgot? Or just never gave it much thought to begin with? At any rate, on a weekend home a few weeks back, my Mom presented me with a quart of super flavorful late harvest berries, and let me have at it! After tasting a few on their own, I decided to find a recipe that would do them justice.
These muffins have been one of my favorite offerings at Flour Bakery for as long as I can remember. To other people, these always seem like a rather bland pick — why choose an oat-and-wheat-filled muffin when you can have flaky homemade pop tarts or luscious lemon scones or cream-filled brioche? I don’t really know what it is, but there’s just something about the flavors and textures that come together to make these muffins especially magical to me. They’re rich and hearty and delicious and satisfying. They aren’t always available, but when they are, they’re my go-to. (more…)
Scones. These scones. They say so much about where I am in life at this moment, what things have transpired to bring me to this day and this batch of deliciousness. I have been struggling mightily lately to find a block of time where I can summon both the energy and enthusiasm needed, and also the time necessary, to settle into my kitchen and bake. Baking has always been a source of comfort for me, but in the harder moments when energy and passion are at a minimum (or simply don’t exist at all), sometimes I just can’t be bothered. But on a recent trip home, I plucked some luscious red rhubarb stalks from my mom’s garden, vowing that I would make them into something magical. I found a recipe online that seemed like a good starting place, then put together my own recipe with the usual tweaks and changes, and came up with something that I really love. (more…)
Today is the fourth anniversary of the day this blog was born. In some ways, I feel like Sweetly Serendipity came out of the womb with me, it’s like a part of my identity, even in the quiet moments when weeks stretch on without so much as a word. We know each other in intimate ways, and the words I lay here are the truest words I know. In other ways, I feel like we’re still getting to know each other, I’m shifting and shaping each post carefully, and often wondering what our future together looks like. I look forward to it with the same excitement you might look forward to a marriage, or a deep friendship – I see so many good things and happy moments as far down the road as the eye can see, and that’s a pretty special thing. (more…)
I come from a family that loves spending time in the kitchen. Growing up we rarely had take-out meals, instead enjoying a fresh home cooked meal most nights of the week. I realize now how spoiled I was to have grown up that way, but I’m so grateful I did because it instilled in me this great love for food and cooking. Now whenever I go back home to visit my family, we continue the tradition of cooking and eating together. I, of course, love baking the most, and my parents are both really good at creating savory dishes (though my Mom’s a great baker as well, can’t discount that!), so we often have the perfect balance of sweet and savory dishes to go around. (more…)
This past week was a tough one. I haven’t posted since early in the morning on Marathon Monday, I haven’t been able to gather thoughts in an appropriate manner, and it wasn’t the time for fun new recipe posts anyway. For those of you also in the Boston area, I hope you made it through the week safe and sound, and that you are gradually getting back into the swing of things. I can definitely say it’s a relief to be returning to normal, though I wish we’d never had to endure that week and those horrific events in the first place. (more…)
Muffins are such a wonderful breakfast treat. If done right, they are so satisfying and delicious, plus they come in individual portions, which means I can have one to myself and I don’t have to share There’s this small bakery/cafe in the South End of Boston, close to the gym Kevin and I go to, and we always stop there on Saturdays after a long week of gym visits. It might seem counter-intuitive to go and indulge right after we’ve busted our butts at the gym, but it’s always such a welcome reward, and since we go just once a week – it’s totally okay, right? (more…)