I gave the blog a little sprucing up. What do you think??
I first blogged about these cookies just over 5 years ago, when I made them for my cousin’s Bar Mitzvah. If you’d like to check out the original post, you’ll see some gems like this picture on the right:
Five years later, I’m re-posting this recipe along with a video – part of a series I’m doing on home-baked gifts and holiday baking. They’re crisp cookies loaded with poppy seeds, topped with a touch of salt and coarse sugar, and sandwiched together with dark chocolate. It’s a wonderful treat to make for the holidays or for a gift. Not only do they freeze beautifully and travel well, but they are also delicious, unique, and a bit sophisticated.
Check out the step-by-step video here!
Read on for the recipe!
Continue reading “(video) Poppy Seed Sandwich Cookies, revisited”
When I get ready for work in the morning, I seem to spend a solid 5 minutes standing in the closet staring at my clothes. This can partially be attributed to the fact that I’m not, and never will be, a morning person. Plus I’m in partial darkness, trying not to wake up B. But I am also sifting through so much clothing that’s out of season, that I don’t know what to pair with, or that I just don’t love.
So now I’m attempting to take on my wardrobe and make it smaller, more efficient, and more loved. I want to be able to easily put together an outfit at 7am with minimal thought.
When I go to a blog and see several posts in a row apologizing for the writer’s long absence, I tend to close the tab. I like the bloggers that I follow to upload content regularly. I know, what a hypocrite, right? It’s easy for me to say that I don’t need to be consistent when my only readers are family members (hey Lindy!). They tend to be pretty forgiving. But if I’m going to come back to this blog in a real way, I want to do it right. And that means making a few changes around here.
So here are some ideas/thoughts I have for my little corner of the internet. I might as well post them here instead of on a personal Google Doc, in the interest of holding myself accountable:
- I need to hold myself to a regular (but achievable) posting schedule.
- I want to have a broader scope, so even when I’m not baking every weekend, I can still blog.
- I never really figured out how blogging would fit into my life after undergrad. Deciding to have a broader scope helps, but I need to do some real exploration to figure out what my point of view is going to be.
- I’m toying with the idea of incorporating some video content. I’ve recently become
obsessedinspired by several YouTube beauty/lifestyle vloggers, and I’ve gone back and forth on the idea of creating some videos of my own.
- I might need to accept a bit more vulnerability. Being on the internet, especially if I’m talking about more than just baking, means putting myself out there. It means trusting myself and being comfortable with family, friends, and strangers learning things about me, making their own assumptions, and passing judgement. It means being secure in who I am and what I decide to make public about my life.
I guess that’s all for now. Let me know what you think (that means you, Lindy 😉). I’ll let you know what I come up with as I try to figure out what the future of Recipes On My Nightstand looks like.
It’s a pretty amazing thing when a hard time makes you realize how many people will emerge from the sidelines to hold your hand. I’m feeling grateful these days, just in time for Thanksgiving I suppose. It can get lonely living here, among the cornfields of the heartland. It takes a lot more effort to feel connected, so feelin’ the love from family and friends becomes extra meaningful. In Madison I could practically walk out my front door and feel connected to a vibrant community of people. Even walking through a neighborhood or listening to the buzz of voices in a coffee shop gives you the feeling of being a part of something. It’s one of the things I miss most.
But without further ado, it’s time for soup. It’s starting to really feel like winter here in the Midwest. Part of me does miss summer (and, you know, being able to go outside without the extra 10 minutes of bundling), but I also love the flow of the seasons. Even if it means brown landscapes and bitter cold seeping through my gloves…. Because it also means cozy sweaters, cute scarves, and an excuse to buy new boots. Aside from cozy cold-weather fashion, winter also means big pots of soup on the stove, hot apple cider, and gingerbread lattes.
This chicken soup was on regular rotation for B and me last winter.
[Disclaimer: I wrote this a couple months ago. I don’t know if it’s still relevant to me, but maybe it will be relevant to someone. I apologize for posting a summer recipe in the first days of fall. But this recipe is a keeper – if you find yourself with some juicy berries or ripe stone fruits, give it a whirl.]
I noticed that when I’m knitting, I make a lot of unnecessary movements with my hands – holding the yarn in place, trying to ensure that it doesn’t slip off the needle. I’m trying to be aware when I can let a little something go. It’s amazing what a difference these tiny adjustments can make.
I’m thinking a lot about letting go these days. Lots of changes in my life means working hard to remember that change doesn’t have to mean losing something. Every experience remains a part of your story. I don’t need to clench my fists tight around the past in order to keep it with me.
Sometimes in a yoga class, Continue reading “Letting go”
You can learn so much about a person just by seeing what he/she eats. It can tell you about someone’s heritage or their stress level; it can tell you what makes them feel comforted or what inspires them; it can tell you about who they’ve known or where they’ve been. It’s the way people take care of themselves. It fascinates me.
The way people feed themselves when they are alone can be particularly interesting. If you’re similarly
nosy curious, I highly recommend the book Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant. It’s a book of short personal stories by all these wonderful writers about the weird, random, embarrassing, and/or comforting ways that they feed themselves when they’re not feeding or impressing anyone else.
So here’s a glimpse into what I made myself one quiet night at home. I had the baking itch, but no one to share treats with. I also had some plums sitting around from a slightly disappointing batch I had bought earlier in the week, so I was inspired to turn them into a mini fruit crumble. Continue reading “Plum Dessert for One”