You can also call it “Satsumaimo Pie” if you want to sound cultured or something.
So I had my appendix out on Monday and that kinda ruined my week off. There’s only so much time you can spend on the couch high on Percocet and creeping through the bowels of Netflix before you start getting a little stir crazy. Then you try to get up and remember why that was not a good idea. I seriously look like I got gutted like a trout. Moving on.
I was and still am, however, determined to make it to Thanksgiving tonight since it’s the first year I’ve lives where my family does in…a long time. My aunt asked me to bring a dessert, so yesterday I made this pie. Nothing crazy but I thought the Japanese sweet potatoes (aka Birthday Cake potatoes) would be a fun twist on my favorite pie ever and something a little more creative than plain old pumpkin pie).
After I was done, I slept for 4 1/2 hours. Clearly still feeling amazing. Then I ate some pie. Felt better. Went back to sleep. It was a good day.
*If you can’t find Japanese sweet potatoes, regular orange ones are fine.
*For 100% dairy free, full-fat coconut milk can sub for the cream.
Confession…I’m a wee bit obsessed with the British royal family. Well, not so much the family themselves but really just the clothes that Kate and Pippa Middleton wear. More Pippa these days. Ever since Kashete became a mommy (which is awesome, don’t get me wrong!) I feel a disconnect between us…I’m still a fresh-faced newlywed and you…she’s a real live grown-up now. Which means we automatically have nothing in common. Except that I’m absolutely obsessed with those giant wedges she was wearing at the kids’ volleyball game. I ordered a pair of these but they came in way too small (damn you, European size chart!!) and now I can’t find ANYTHING similar in my size (shocker…the whole world wants those shoes…and I have giant feet). And worse, every time I put in a search for “wedges” or “wedge heels”…for some awful reason I keep getting stuff like this. If you actually wear these…not hating or anything but…I hate them and think they’re friggin ridiculous. Sneakers are cool. Heels and wedges are cool. Sneaker-Wedge-Heels are NOT OK.
Oooooh so let’s stop talking about my fashion icons and talk about food for a sec. This dish…welp…this dish has made an appearance almost daily and has been sustaining me all semester. Very little prep. Makes great leftovers. Bacon. It’s a total lifesaver.
I wasn’t going to share originally because, I mean, it’s sorta kinda maybe boring looking? Except that I’m obsessed–try new veggies, duck fat instead of bacon…I dunno. For more civilized folk it would even make a phenomenal side dish. Especially with Thanksgiving coming up in less than a week! Eek!
As soon as I saw this recipe pop up in my Facebook feed, I hopped on the bandwagon. I mean, who DOESN’T need something wholesome to eat in between Halloween candy binges? (Oh, Reese’s Pumpkins…you are my nemises…) Buuuuuut when I went shopping my TJ’s didn’t have any beets or sunflower seeds (seriously, WTF?), so I kinda just grabbed anything and everything I thought would taste good together.
Here’s my own riff on this salad, and it’s pretty damn good. Filling, so healthy it hurts, and a great way to change up my daily Big Ass Salad. I’ve had this every single day for lunch this week with some chicken and it’s so much more fun than spinach and tomato. Plus, you know, it’s got superfoods in it. Kale and cabbage and apple cider vinegar, OH MY!
Look, you put pumpkin in anything and it takes it to a whole new level. I love pumpkin season. Unnaturally so. Some people move to the islands to find eternal summer…I’m still searching for that spot on Earth that will give me Eternal Fall. Open to suggestions.
Funny story…I’m a lot like most people in that when I get a general recipe template for a cake/bread/muffin/whatever I kinda run with it. Why mess with what works? Uh…well maybe when you’re so out of touch with what’s actually in the pantry before you start a mega batch of cupcakes for a family gathering that starts in 2 hours. Like, when everything is mixed up and the last thing you need to add is 1/2 cup of coconut flour and…you only have 1/4 cup but it’s not like you can just add almond meal instead because the fat-to-egg-ratio is already WAY off. Oh geez. Solution? Add some random stuff until the batter LOOKS normal. Then bake. And pray.
And wouldntcha know it…every last one was gone within the hour. Cue the happy dance.
I’ve been on a cereal kick lately. I dunno…I think it’s because I read the article on LBEB criticizing “clean” eating and the constant references to Cinnamon Toast Crunch were getting to me.
My latest concoction is granola, fried apples, and almond milk. Fall in a bowl. I love Fall. Find me a place where it’s Fall year-round and I’ll never, ever leave.
So…you don’t like eating granola like cereal? How bout…on baked apples…on ice cream (or banana froyo!)…on pancakes or french toast…as a topping for banana bread…instead of bread crumbs in stuffing (no, really!)…
I eat a lot of pancakes. Like….a whooooollllleeeee heck of a lot. And I’m always searching for that something special, and for the longest time, I thought I had it. Yeah, well…I guess you could say I left my old flame for a younger, fresher, fluffier batch.
I owe 99.99999% of the credit for this recipe to Rose–a hell of a lady who happens to be training for another figure competition this fall. I mean, I did make a few changes that may or may not have been unintentional. Whatevs.
Even though I’ve hung up my heels (for now…) to focus on school, I like to live vicariously through her. She’s got some great recipes (try the taco salad…NOW) and workouts that make me want to cry. You know, the good kind of crying that we gym sadists live for.
Anyhoo, these pancakes make a great, filling breakfast and seriously taste like birthday cake. Lovelovelove them.
**You can use any kind of protein you want (I prefer whey), but just add another 1/4 cup of almond or coconut milk if you use casein or rice protein or any kind that tends to get super thick.
Know what would be awesome? If I could be a size 0 and wear whatever I wanted and look amazing. I whine about this a lot and my husband hates it. Then at some point it dawns on me that I have an almost sociopathic fetish for food and I’m all like, “Oh, wait…if I have to eat like a movie star I’ll go fracking insane.” Which I will. Just ask my husband.
I’m much happier with a bellyfull of pumpkin and maple syrup.
I mean, isn’t breakfast the most important meal of the day? Or something?
No? It’s OK. This makes and great lunch/dinner/snack/pre-WO/post-WO/midnight/3 am/happy hour/whenever kinda deal.
Anyone get the Animorphs reference? Please? Am I seriously that uncool?
With Fall in full swing, I need warm, gooey, cinnamon-y things in my life. Pumpkin obviously came first but I gotta show some love to other Fall flavors, too, ya know? And thanks to my friend Brittany–who ALWAYS asks me to make her cinnamon rolls and I promise to do it and then never do–I made cinnamon roll…cupcakes. Same thing. Except you can put an obnoxious amount of frosting on a cupcake. Then spoon more frosting into your face-hole right out of the bowl. Alone. At 2 am.
Ross told me these were the best cupcakes I’ve ever made. He says that a lot, but I’ll pretend like they really are. At the very least this is MY favorite frosting EVER…I mean brown butter? And BOURBON? ZOMG. I could get drunk off these cupcakes. Again.
I went for a jog the other day. I pronounce it “YOG”. Mostly because Anchorman has, indeed, had that kind of influence on my life and vocabulary. But also because I sincerely despise jogging…or running, whatever you wanna call it…and I refuse to talk about it with any kind of respect. Today my calves are still screaming at me and I have a bazillion blisters on my feet because, well, it’s been that long. Last time I act on impulse when it comes to exercise. Oh, the weather is SOOO nice today? Let’s go for a JOG, eh? Oh. HELL NO.
You know what IS appropriate for fall weather? Um, pumpkin things. Preferably baked pumpkin things…although I have this weird obsession with the memory of this pumpkin ravioli I used to order at Bacchus in New Paltz, NY after a long day of climbing. They also had like, a million kinds of beer from pretty much every country and if you drank one from every country you got a free T-shirt. PS, I also love(-ed) pumpkin beer. I will seriously make myself your slave for life if you can tell me where to find gluten free pumpkin beer.
I dream about this pumpkin bread. You’ll dream about it, too, you just wait and see. I even made French toast with it. Praise me.
I kind of feel like I live alternately between military and civilian. Mostly because so few of my civilian friends are married, engaged, or even thinking about getting hitched and all my military friends are over here like, “Bitch please…I got married 5 years ago.” Yeah, that was me married at 23. My civilian counterparts are ALMOST done judging me. Oh, except now my military friends are all popping out their SECOND babies. That’s kinda where they left me behind…not only am I not in any way to produce offspring (I’m told it hurts), but the best possible birth control is a good friend with a toddler. Seriously.
Which brings be to my PSA of the week…guys, if you ARE having babies, that’s totally cool. Really. You’re better people than me. But for the love of Christmas can we stop taking creepy infant and pregnancy photos? Here’s a rule of thumb…if you can’t re-create a photo with your adult child without it being normal or at least cute…please, please don’t do it. Or at least don’t put it out there on social media for the world to see. Like balancing your naked baby where your bump used to be…or laying around naked with your naked baby…or tattooing a picture of your naked baby on your bump and taking a picture of yourself with an Abercrombie-like expression. (Yes, I have seen all of those.) Actually, can we just stop taking naked pictures of ourselves and posting them online? Nobody needs to see that. There are special websites for that, and last I checked, Facebook wasn’t one of them (although some of the ads I’m getting have been making me wonder…).