curried peach hand pies

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curried peach hand pies recipe | via thepigandquill.com #summer #fruit #baking

It’s peach season peeeeyotches! Holla if ya hear me. Peaches make me think of two things: 1) Face/Off. Which, despite Nick Cage’s sickko one liner about, um, peaches, remains one of the best worst movies ever. 2) PIE! When I was a kiddo, our neighbors had a Babcock peach tree with a limb that draped liberally into our yard and sagged heavy with juicy, white-fleshed fruit, ripe for the poaching. In summer evenings when the valley heat calmed down a beat, my mom would throw open the windows — thus inviting inward the sweetest delta breeze to ever kiss my pillowcase — and dial the oven to pie baking temps. Because baking hot as shit pies on a hot as shit day is what you do when the fruit begs it of you. My mom’s peach pies are of the old-fashioned variety: tall and lumpy with heaps of fruit and enveloped in two flaky crusts, the top of which is lacquered and ambered and adorned unapologetically with a little cluster of hand cut pie crust leaves and the likeness of the fruit within. It’s the thing that, today, would bring a tear to those hipster-maker-types’ eyes. Pinterest, eat your heart out. Unfortunately, the baking … Read More

herbed asian quinoa salad (vegan + gf)

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herbed asian quinoa salad recipe (gluten-free) | via thepigandquill.com

You know that feeling when you drag yourself up from the depths of a particularly realistic dream only to stumble through your house like a stranger? Bathed in the buttery glow of early morning, the rooms are all the same: there’s salt in the pig, dust on the turntable. The down pillows on the sofa are dented just so (hi-YAH!) — and yet you turn down the hallway with fresh eyes, taking it all in the way you would when the light blinks green and the door swings open to a freshly turned hotel suite. It’s refreshing and disorienting and quietly intoxicating all at once because it happens maybe once in every hundred dreams. You curse and revel in the unfamiliarity of your own space. You know that feeling? That is parenthood. A novel and jarring distortion of your previous reality. Or simply: an awakening. Apparently, it takes eight weeks to recognize this phenomenon. Maybe it’s because the initial stupor of having your every breath revolve around a being wholly separate from yourself is slowly lifting as it evolves into something you’re rather fondly coming to see as the new normal. Maybe it’s lady hormones. Ok, it’s probably the latter. I say this because I’ve eaten … Read More

spiced summer squash quickbread (gf)

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spiced summer squash quickbread recipe - gluten-free/paleoish (via thepigandquill.com)

I set out intending to leave this post free of any mammary references, but then I went for my first postpartum jog the other day and realized that HOLY JESUS Running With Boobs Hurts Like The Dickens and it just didn’t feel right keeping the lid on such an epiphany, so there goes that. And to think I actually wanted these things back in high school. Ouch. Also, how uncomfortable is the word mammary? I’m having mixed feelings about it, mostly because every time I hear it I picture whales swimming around with little storybook clusters of bubbles floating about, because obvi whales are my go-to mammal visualization (cute!). But then also: mammaries. Just ew. Let’s talk about less ew things. This quickbread situation fits the bill. It came about as a way to use up pretty much any and every summer variety of squash that came our way in last year’s CSA when I was battling a fierce case of Preggo No-Likey The Squash Things. Natch, all of our zucchini made their way into breads and muffins, but when I started turning up my nose at pattypans and crooknecks, too, momma had to get creative. Turns out, there’s not a whole lotta difference … Read More

peking duck poutine | i am a food blog guest post

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peking duck poutine | i am a food blog guest post (via thepigandquill.com)

Hi fraaaaands! Back again today with another fun guest post, this time from superstar Steph of (award-winning!) I Am A Food Blog fame. As many of you already know, I’m an unabashed Steph fangirl; maybe it’s her super saturated, uncluttered photography, for which I swear the foodporn hashtag was created; maybe it’s her uncanny ability to whip up temptingly comfy, creative (and oft-Asian-infused — my fayvsies!) recipes that are truly accessible enough for real folk.  Or maybe it’s her knack for Totorofying all the things. Or authoring a fantastically tasty cookbook, Easy Gourmet, that will inspire many a weeknight meal. But most probably all of the above. Real talk, once you check out Steph’s peking duck poutine, below, I implore you to get to know her a little better over at her place — or, of course, on Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook and Twitter. If you can say no to her Chicken Fried Steak Bites, Shepherd’s Pie Grilled Cheese, Crispy Cornmeal Pancakes with Clementine Syrup or Honey Garlic Eggplant, you’re a far stronger soul than I! First off, congrats to Emily and Chris! They’re both enjoying the deliciousness of new parenthood and I wish them the best with their tiny bundle of joy! Emily asked if I … Read More

tomato-bacon bisque + apple-bacon grilled cheese | two red bowls guest post

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tomato-bacon bisque + apple-bacon grilled cheese |two red bowls guest post! (via thepigandquill.com)

Today I’m beyond elated to have Cynthia from Two Red Bowls generously pinch-hitting for me while I gorge myself on baby Lana cuddles (ok – more like baby Lana feeding. after feeding. aaaaafter feeding. someone takes after her momma…). I’ve adored Cynthia’s culinary creativity (these biscuits + Chinese sausage gravy! this SPAMmy budae jjigae! those pineapple buns!) and distinctively styled photography since shortly after I joined the blogosphere, and her warm heart and sincere voice always keep me coming back to her space time and again. She’s truly an inspiration! If you don’t already follow Cynthia (you silly duck, you…), I implore you to check her out just as soon as you’re done reading about the knockout bacon-studded soup and sammy combo she put together, below. And be sure to follow her on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest, too. With a wedding in the works for this summer — cue confetti pop/bride/blingy ring/hearty-eyes/more confetti pop emojis!!! — she’s extra social media stalk-worthy these days. Big hugs for the helping hand, Cynthia! And so many congrats on your upcoming nuptials. Yay! Hi friends! I am so, so excited and honored to be here in such a special time for P&Q. When Emily first asked me if … Read More

mini meyer lemon cannoli cream tartlets

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mini meyer lemon cannoli cream tartlets with honey + chocolate chips | via thepigandquill.com

You guysssszsszzz! Mother’s Day is this weekend!! Somehow that means it’s FREAKING MAY ALREADY. Yikes. And new this year: I totally get to participate in MoDay stuffies as a momma. Yikes Part 2. Or maybe Yay Part 1? Because crudsmugglers, this whole parenting thing is spectacularly spectacular in the full-blown, John Leguizamo-as-The-Magical-Sittar kind of way. It’s at once beautiful and terrifying and easier and harder than I ever imagined and the last two weeks have passed in what I can only describe as a state of quasi-hypnosis. I’ve never been more fixated on another living thing. I’ve never been more fixated on my own boobs. I’ve never had more pride in or respect for the moms in my life. Speaking of moms, this Sunday, The Moms — who, blissfully, are buddies and actually elect to endure things like long car rides together — are making the trek to our place to spoil us with a feast of traditional family-style eats: chicken enchiladas and potato salad for Chris; Chinese sausage fried rice and BBQ pork ribs for me. Boobs for Lana. (Sorry, husband. Gone are the days.) If I can sneak into the kitchen between feedings (that is: stuffing both my own face and … Read More

lana james

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Hi big world, meet little Lana James. She popped into our lives just over a week ago — all 6lbs 2oz — and Chris and I can hardly believe she’s ours to keep. Our hearts are achingly full (as are our bellies, thanks to good friends with excellent taste in takeout and the impressive freezer stash that, so far, has not led us astray) — and though our eyes are a bit heavier with every morning light, it’s impossible not to want to be absolutely present for every moment of her being. In just the past few days, I can already see her transforming from the slippery, wrinkled womb nugget that was first laid on my chest into a plump little dumpling ready to live up to the piglet nickname that was bestowed upon her so long ago. She is, without a doubt, our single greatest accomplishment. And now I’m crying. Again. In the weeks to come, I’ve got the loveliest assortment of guest posts headed your way from some of my closest friends — all of which I know are some of your favorite bloggers, too — so don’t fear that this space will be dormant for too long. Meanwhile, Chris and I … Read More

friday links 04.17.15

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friday links! via thepigandquill.com

Happy Friday, loves! The haps, the haps, what’s the haps. Let’s seeeeeeee… I’m pretty sure I’m in labor at least once every five minutes. We oxy cleaned our sheets last night, and it’s not like they look any different, but I feel like they must be so, sooooo clean, because Billy Mays wouldn’t do me wrong, you know? I want to eat everything ever made with potatoes, melted cheese or pastrami. (The latter two drove my desire for this ridic Reuben Mac, which I have eaten for breakfast thrice this week.) We installed a carseat and I only hyperventilate a little every time I see it in the rearview mirror. I ripped through the entire season of Bloodline in maybe four days. I only kinda half liked it until the middle when I kinda sorta more liked it and then the last two episodes I was full on Clear Eyes Full Hearts Can’t Lose sucked in. Coach Taylor 4Ever+Always. We bought like a zillion cloth diapers and in addition to being the cutest things I’ve ever seen, they also make me wanna poop myself with nerves, so I’m thinking adult cloth diapers are probably where all the big maternity money is hiding. Oh yeah, … Read More

spicy pastrami reuben mac n’ cheese

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spicy pastrami reuben mac n' cheese | via thepigandquill.com

Just a quick one today because it’s too beautiful outside not to get the to-do list tuh-dun so the behbes and I can take a walk in the sunshine. I’m strongly contemplating taking along the stroller (we got one! this one! with these wheels!), just to see how it rolls, but then I’d just be that crazy pregnant lady walking her phantom child attempting to talk-text via Siri instead of just that crazy pregnant lady attempting to talk-text via Siri because that’s more normal. But seriously, walking and texting — like finger-slash-thumb-texting — is kinda dangerous in a neighborhood of slim-to-no sidewalks, so crazy is maybe sane in this instance. Eh, ehhhhhhh? Just saying. Also, I’m 97% sure speaking things aloud like “Siri, text Chris: going for a walk period maybe it’ll make me poop exclamation mark” is totallllly socially acceptable. WHO ARE YOU LOOKING AT, LADY WALKING YOUR CAT. I’m with child. What’s your story? I don’t blame you if you’ve stopped reading at this point. This reuben mac n’ cheese, guys, is so, SOOOOOO good. It’s even Chris-approved — and he’s ordinarily a Blue Box Traditionalist, so that’s saying a lot. It’s got everything there is to love about … Read More

mochiko chicken tacos with tangy umeboshi mayo

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Mochiko Chicken Tacos with Tangy Umeboshi Mayo (via thepigandquill.com)

The diapers have been ordered. The hospital bag has been packed (and repacked). The freezer, as you well know by now, is at capacity. Dare I say we’re ready? It’s incredible, really, the things you can find to pass the time when it seems any moment could be the last moment that you’re this exact person. You know, before you become that person — that next iteration of yourself that is somehow you and yet not at all you because suddenly there exists a tiny little bugaboo of a human that only knows this new you and nothing else. Rambling incoherently to a questionable quantity of virtual friends eats up about three and a half minutes of that time, if you’re wondering. Like I said: incredible. The only thing I’ve left until what could possibly be the very last minute (ok, let’s not get overly dramatic, we’re only at 38 weeks…breathebreathebreathebreathebreathe) is this taco post, which I’ve been sitting on for almost two weeks now because my day job has unofficially become breaker-downer-of-all-the-cardboard-boxes-probably-ever-created-in-all-the-land-ever. And when I’m not breaking down stroller boxes and carseat boxes and baby swing boxes and more boxes of breasty things than I knew existed, I’m also moonlighting as sterilizer-of-all-things-ever-created-in-all-the-land-ever. And then sometimes, … Read More