Orange-Pecan Sticky Buns

Orange-Pecan Sticky Buns recipe (via thepigandquill.com) #baking #holiday #desserts #breakfast #pastry

We’re down to one nap. Have we talked about this yet? We’re down to one nap. And while it’s a helluva lot easier to schedule our days around a single snooze, it’s a doozy for my personal time. And my email inbox. And the taking of photographs during (diminishing) daylight hours. Oh, and also my sanity. See again: lack of personal time. Remember the days when Lana would snooze on my boob to the tune of a Pretty Little Liars marathon? I’m pretty sure I was still too busy fuh-reaking out about new parent shit at the time to fully appreciate the glory that was the nurse-nap, but man, that was a sweet deal. These days, I’m lucky if I can get the dishwasher loaded and a single episode queued up before the distinct dahhhhhhh-dah-dah-dah of a freshly woken babe trills from down the hall. Good thing she’s so gosh-daggin’ cute. Despite the shorty nap, Chris and I are rapidly learning how fun it can be to have an older kiddo on our hands. There’s the whole ballet thing we talked about last week, which, in its second week, is still charming as hell. There’s the way she picks up, inspects and … Read More

Nectarine + Prosciutto Galettes with Gorgonzola + Thyme

Nectarine + Prosciutto Galettes with Gorgonzola + Thyme recipe (via thepigandquill.com) #pastry #baking #pie #dessert

This post was supposed to be published two days ago, but I’ve been spending my evenings shopping online for tutus. Talk about a rabbit hole. I’m down it so far, I’m thinking it’d be shorter dig my way out through China. Which wouldn’t be the worst idea, since that’s where about 100% of tutus you can buy online are made. Also iPhone 7 cases. But that’s a hole nother story. (Yes, I’m laughing out loud at myself.) In a move I was almost certain we’d never make, we signed Lana up for ballet this week. To be clear: I have nothing against ballet. There is much about it to admire, and I even did my own little stint as a tot. But even in the little baby class, it’s structured. Where the itty bitty gymboree classes encourage you to run amuck (a skill Lana has all but mastered), ballet encourages composure. When Miss Patricia asked us in a sing-song voice to sit on the purple dot, Lana ran away and tried to break into the bathroom. When Miss Patricia asked us to hold our daisies high above our heads and tiptoe across the room, Lana brought hers down like Thor’s hammer on the girl adjacent. … Read More

Triple Coconut Tres Leches Cake with Honey-Vanilla Summer Fruit (DF/GF)

Triple Coconut Tres Leches Cake with Honey-Vanilla Summer Fruit recipe (via thepigandquill.com) #dairyfree #glutenfree #dessert

Alanna (The Bojon Gourmet) and I met when I was just baaaaarely pregnant — those first days when you’re still wincing at sneezes and consulting your sustainable seafood app for fear of mercury poisoning at every turn. Both of us being only somewhat formally employed at the time (note: if you’ve read the tale behind the name of her blog, you’ll know she takes no offense to this; note-within-a-note: she is now a bonafide cookbook author!!! while I am still…whatever the hell I am…), we met up for a weekday brunch at Plow where I promptly broke out into a cold sweat over how to slyly avoid bacon, runny eggs and booze at a meal traditionally designed around all three. “Should we get champagne? Mimosas!” she suggested. (Clearly we were designed to be lifelong friends.) “Oh, how fun! But I’m driving back right after this. Plus, you know…Asian. Low tolerance. I turn sooo red…….” I wet blanketed back. Which is why I didn’t have the heart to confess, when we ordered a delicately dressed salad topped with an undeniably soft-cooked egg, just how many early-day preggo fears were wrapped up in that taut little trembling sack. But what kind of food blogger doesn’t eat runny … Read More

blueberry key lime cheesecake tart with gingersnap crust

blueberry key lime cheesecake tart with gingersnap crust recipe via thepigandquill.com | #baking #sweets #dessert #summer

Hi guys! Just a quick one this week because the long weekend beckons! Around here, that means firing up the grill, strolling the streets of the Peninsula’s many charming downtowns and farmer’s marketing until we can’t take it any more. We’re also keeping up the tradition of mixing a little Ohio into our 4th of July weekend — although this year, Ohio is coming to us in the form of my bestie, Amanda. It’ll be her first time snuggling the bug in person and I have a feeling seeing two of my favorite people ever meet face to face will have this momma’s tear ducts in overdrive. Something else that’s got me crying these days is this tart! One, because it’s too dang pretty. (And too dang easy! Because I don’t make complicated bakenanigans…) And two because I’M OFFICIALLY OFF DAIRY CUE ALL THE SADFACES. At least for the time being. Lana’s either got a mean case of reflux or a mean case of dairy aversion. Or a mean case of momma’s milk is shooting down her throat like a fire hose and if you were fed with a fire hose you’d have indigestion, too. Yep, it’s a thing. It’s called “heavy … Read More

spiced summer squash quickbread (gf)

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

glazed pineapple-banana loaf cake with walnuts + cherries

glazed pineapple-banana loaf cake with walnuts + cherries (via thepigandquill.com)

The past couple of weeks have been such a whirlwind. I know I allude to something of that nature every few posts or so, but I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced time moving at quite this rate of speed before. Isn’t there some convention that pregnancy flies by until you hit the last month or so and then everything suddenly stills while you wait…and wait…and wait…? I can tell you, I’m closing in on that last month, and I’m not sure there will ever be enough days between today and the day to tick all the boxes on all the lists. Waaah. One of the lists I’ve almost-barely-but-not-really managed to get under control is the meal prep and planning ‘majiggy I put together for our first few weeks back at home with the wee one. I’m thinking I’ll give you guys the quickie rundown either this week or next, but the main idea is to stock the freezer and pantry with a variety of meals that can come together with next to zero effort when we’re fighting the battles of cloth diapers and fatigue. Variety, I’m figuring, is key — so we’ve got a couple of casseroleish things and a couple of egg dishes. … Read More

cream cheese + pepper jelly (or blueberry) pop tarts

easy homemade cream cheese + pepper jelly (or blueberry) pop tarts | the pig & quill

Oh looksie there! We meet again. Pardon my absence while I’ve been off playing Let’s Not Break the Internet. You know that game where you’re basically betting against Newman’s head popping up with a taunting “ah-ah-ah” and crossing your digits that if all hell breaks loose you can wrangle the raptors before that chunky little monkey runs off with the Barbasol can? Is that not how it goes? I feel like you feel me. I mean, if you’re reading this, that’s probably a good sign. The internet is still intact. And you’re maybe even lookin’ at a snazzy new P&Q! Or else everything is 1’s and 0’s and looks like total butt. (  |  ) Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll be updating a couple of other fancy features, like adding recipes you can actually print (oh heeeeeey 1993) and a recipe index so you can look up stuff by season or dietary restriction or booger content. Just joking on that last one. Unless you like you some boogies. Not that you’ll find any here. I mean, I don’t put boogies in pop tarts. But I can’t control what you do in your own kitchen. …what… Is this where I rewind and say if you’re … Read More

Sinless Superfood Devil’s Food Donuts + a Sambazon Giveaway — #SoLetsPigOut

I’ve learned the key to time travel. It’s called get busy, stay busy and maybe stress-eat half a key lime pie. Also, suggest a blog collaboration that runs a whole week long right in the middle of summer. The hours will just drop right away, all Heart of the Ocean style. Just “oop” and it’s Thursday. That’s some magick-with-a-“k” stuff right there. If you’re not picking up what I’m putting down, the last three days of #SoLetsPigOut have been a blur. We’ve got THREE giveaways going, and yesterday I forced a Mad Men reference right onto your Grilled Thai Beef Salad. Things are getting batty. (Check out all the #SoLetsPigOut recipes and giveaways HERE.) And, you guys, the best is still yet to come, because tomorrow 25 blogger friends are coming over for a virtual potluck that’s gonna melt the internet’s face off. And today we’re talking donuts. Yay! I should probably acknowledge that I think the name for these donuts sounds downright dumb. Superfood Devil’s Food? How many foods can you have in a donut before it starts sounding poetically challenged? I think one, but I’m gonna go ahead and own the food-food thing. Because accuracy, ok? Check it, these donuts are everything … Read More

Clementine Cake (gluten-free, grain-free, paleo) — and a birthday for momma

Love cake? Check out last week’s recipe and enter for your chance to win a DIY Calligraphy Set from The Lettered Bride! Gogogo!  Does it, at this point, go without saying that I’m a momma’s girl? I am, through and through. And a better person for it, I truly believe. There is so much of my mom in me, much to the chagrin of my teenage self, who took only too much pleasure in referring to my mom as a textbook AAM — Angry Asian Mother. My best friend, Miriam, and I coined this term, feeling then that the angrily exhaled sighs of disappointment, underbreath muttering and weekslong periods of restriction (a more enlightened form of grounding) were undeserved, mean-spirited, or at the very least, annoyingly cliché displays of Classic Chinese Parenting via Passive Aggression. We, self-absorbed and overconfident in our abilities to deceive, never stopped to consider how our actions may have factored into such parenting. Skipping school and dating older boys behind their backs. Sneaking out of second story windows — only to sit bored at the end of the cul-de-sac, nervously aware of every pair of headlights bouncing over the speed humps at the end of the block. We … Read More

The Lettered Bride GIVEAWAY — and (shhh!) Secret Sherry Wine Cake

Update: this giveaway is now closed. Thanks to all who entered – and congrats to our winner, Laura P.! Few people know this, but my relationship with Chris started with a night of dancing. A pair of silver pumps. And a girl named Ashley. Ashley and I shared mutual friends throughout college, so our run-ins were not infrequent. She roomed with one of my high school classmates in the dorms. Was heavily crushed upon by my own roommates in the years following (sorry guys, the cat’s out!). And we were both, I can now freely admit with only the faintest hint of shame, groupies of the local bike shop, where my best friends — and Chris — earned their keep three days a week. One particularly slow Saturday, I was sitting with Chris at the register (yeah, no — I wasn’t getting paid to be there; college girls do stupid things around attractive boys), smothering any subtlety with too much hair twirling and short skirtedness (college girls do stupid things around attractive boys) when Ashley suggested the three of us go out that evening. Bless her little wingman heart. And so it was that three of us ended up in the queue for … Read More