Updated on June 1, 2015
Blueberry Buckle
Blueberry season is wonderful. I love blueberry pancakes and blueberry muffins and blueberry bagels and blueberry waffles AND blueberry buckle. What is blueberry buckle? By definition, it is a single layer of moist, dense cake with fruit (typically blueberries) in the batter, topped with a streusel that “buckles” as the cake rises up around the berries. It’s yummy. It’s kind of like a gigantic pan-sized blueberry muffin with extra blueberries and a crunchy sugar and cinnamon top. What’s not to love?
Updated on May 29, 2015
Soft Peanut Butter Cookies {no flour, no butter}
Please don’t be turned off by the “no flour, no butter” mention in the title if you do not have gluten or dairy issues. These cookies are good. Not “good considering they are gluten free,” but actually GOOD in and of themselves. They are soft, peanut buttery, and so quick. I had them mixed up, baked, and ready to eat within thirty minutes. No weird ingredients–just a few pantry staples.
Updated on May 27, 2015
Southwestern Egg Casserole
Can you believe we are already winding down May? Many of the area schools finished up on Friday, and we are now on summer break. It sure doesn’t feel like it in the cool and rainy weather. It has rained for pretty much the entire month of May here in Colorado springs. I have never seen this much rain in the twenty years I have lived here. It sounds like many areas of the country have experienced the same. If it ever does warm up and the sun returns, I have plans to share summery recipes for the grill and salads and all things cool and refreshing.
Updated on May 25, 2015
Memorial Day
Memorial Day
*Originally, I posted a Memorial Day remembrance photo here that I thought was free to use, but I was mistaken and have removed it. The poem below is one that was written during WWI. The poem eventually inspired the use of the red poppy as a symbol of remembrance.
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Updated on May 22, 2015
Tortilla Pizza
Sometimes simple things can be so delicious. This is one of those things.
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