Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Earl Grey Tea Cookies
My mom likes to tell me to "go have tea with someone."
That's her way of telling me to go out on a date. She's (secretly) afraid I'm going to die never having gone out on a single date. She's (secretly) afraid I don't have it in me to be attracted to someone.
That certainly couldn't be farther from the truth. I talked about boys before. My mother just has selective hearing and selective memory. It's like she needs to see it happen in order for all my talking to have been legit. So she tells me to go have tea with someone, because that's her way of saying "I need you out of this house and eating dinner with a nice young man."
I have to remind her that people don't go out for tea. We go to Starbucks and order lattes. She tells me her point still stands, but she won't care where I go, as long as I go out on dates like a normal person.
I'm 22. I'm not weird. I'm not an uber-conservative. I don't suffer from extreme social anxiety. It's not a religious thing. I also know I'm not the only one.
I've had crushes. I have a crush. I'm not pushing it. I'm fine with that.
I also don't know a single guy who drinks tea. But it'd be so awesome if my future guy did. I love, love tea. Green tea, black tea, white tea, herbal tea, caffeinated or non-caffeinated, I love them all.
These cookies have crushed Earl Grey tea leaves in them. I can imagine peppermint, lavender, and rose tea crushed into shortbread, as well. It'll happen. The tea date thing will happen. My mom not freaking out thing- that's going to happen, too. Eventually.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Carrot Cake Pancakes, Revisited
Hi.
How's everyone's 2013 coming along?
Are you excited? Desperate? Busy? Oblivious? Still scribbling 2012 on your checks? Yeah, I feel you on that last one.
My year started off super loud, super charged, with 60,000+ people at the Georgia Dome. From January 1st to 4th, I attended the Passion 2013 conference, where I had the most wonderful time singing praise songs, listening to Francis Chan live, getting 3 hours of sleep a night, and...possibly sneaking in a dear friend the last two days. (I'm so sorry!) I also met the coolest group EVER, and I want to send the loudest online shout out to my dream team. You know who you are ;)
But then my year literally came crashing out of nowhere. I'm not going to go into details now, but let's just say it was challenging, complicated, and crazy messed up. It's also the reason why I've been so behind updating this blog. The good thing is that it's over, and I'll move on the best I can.
So, on that note, I'm starting off 2013's very first post by visiting a recipe I wrote back in November 2011.
I practically gaped in horror as I read what I had written back for that post:
"As the name implies, these are pancakes. So don't expect to bite into a pancake-shaped version of carrot cake. These carry only the slightest hint of carrot cake, which comes alive with a drizzle of clover honey on top."I'm sorry, but "only the slightest hint of carrot cake"???? And what's with the stern, don't-expect-much crapshoot on what's supposed a fantastic breakfast pancake?
Clearly there was something amiss with me that day. A revision was in order.
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