Panettone French Toast Casserole
IS IT TIME TO PLAN CHRISTMAS MORNING BREAKFAST YET? Y’all can keep Christmas lunch and Christmas dinner, ’cause I know what’s up. CHRISTMAS MORNING BREAKFAST.
When you’re little and your parents debate whether to enjoy HOMEMADE HOLIDAY BREAKFAST or presents first, it’s legit a hard choice. Now I want to kick my younger self (not really — don’t kick kids) and scream, “BREAKFAST FIRST. ALWAYS BREAKFAST FIRST.” (more…)
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Pumpkin Pie Monkey Bread
Four years ago, I had just moved into my new apartment in Cornelius, North Carolina, and made my first recipe in my new kitchen: German Chocolate Cheesecake. Today, I’m surrounded by boxes in varying states of unpackedness in my new apartment in San Diego (La Mesa, to be more specific), California, and I just made my first recipe in my new kitchen: Pumpkin Pie Monkey Bread! Most of my apartment is still in disarray, but I’m eager to share with you the ONE room I’ve finished, my bedroom. I’m super proud of how cute it turned out! I always love when people post tours of their newly decorated spaces, so I thought you might like to see mine.
Blueberry Biscuits with Almond Glaze
We love our blueberry biscuits here in the South, typically scooped up from a beloved fast-food fried chicken chain. For a quick option, the drive-thru variety works just fine, but graduating to a homemade version is well worth the additional effort – which is not much effort at all.
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Coconut Cheesecake Breakfast Braid
So many holiday mornings of my childhood were spent climbing into the car with my dad to drive over to the French Bakery. I think it had an actual name other than “French Bakery,” but that’s all we ever called it. We drove down Sharon Amity Road and turned right onto Albemarle. From there it was a short trek to the little strip of shops out in front of Eastland Mall where the bakery entrance was situated under a big arch. As soon as we walked in I was transported to France.
Really, I had never been to France and didn’t know much about it. But Elliott Erwitt’s iconic print, Provence 1955, hung on the wall and I knew that was quite French. Just look at the bicycle! The baguettes! The beret! And the ethereal perfume of freshly baked pastries — not just any pastries, but the ones with the dark golden sweet crunch on the outside and perfect flaky layers on the inside — was undoubtedly French! So what I mean to say is, I was transported to the France of my imagination.