Tags: almond butter, matzo, matzo brei, Passover, Peanut Butter, strawberries
I wanted to make Egg Foo Yung.
It was cooking class in 6th grade, mid-Passover. The teacher said those of us who observed Passover would be making Matzo Brei and everyone else would be making Egg Foo Yung.
“Can I have a show of hands of those who observe Passover, please?” she asked with an evil glint in her eye.
Caramel Apple and Banana – Peanut Butter Pudding Parfaits with Vanilla Wafer Streusel and a Giveaway! Giveaway Closed.August 25, 2012 at 6:59 am | Posted in Dessert, Fruit, Giveaway, Puddings | 173 Comments
Tags: Apple, Banana, caramel, Parfait, Peanut Butter, Peanut Butter Pudding, Pudding, streusel, Vanilla Wafers
I caved. I finally joined in on the Pinterest craze. Craze is the operative word here because I’ve gone crazy pinning stuff. This is also why I’ve labeled the photo below..in case anyone pins it, so those who see it know what it is without having to read the fine print. It’s also there to draw your attention away from the overexposed topping..but hey, that’s artificial light for ya.
Like I said...crazy..crazed. I wake up to go to the bathroom, I end up pinning for an hour. I pin before work..I pin after work…I get up in the middle of watching a movie or Yankee game..
“I’m going to go pin, ok?”
I can’t surf without pinning. This is why I abstained for so long. I knew this would happen. Fresh air is dwindling.
Everyone says it’ll wear off soon. I seriously question that.
The plus side is, I hated navigating through my thousands of bookmarks looking for specific recipes. Now I don’t have to. They sit in neatly categorized boards with a photo. One click, no searching. Relief.
I also have a great giveaway for you all. Restaurantware.com is offering one of my readers a $50.00 gift coupon code to use on their site. When I made my strawberry panna cotta verrines back in 2011, many people commented and emailed asking where I got the ‘glasses’ I used. Well..they aren’t glasses..they are plastic cups that look like glasses. Granted, I purchased them somewhere else, but Restaurantware.com sells them too, at a better price in bulk.
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Now..speaking of the recipe, it came to me when I had a craving for peanut butter pudding. As I was stirring away..all of these ideas started popping into my head. Before I knew it, what should have only taken 15 minutes turned into an hour, and I had a bowl of rich caramel bananas and apples and a pan of vanilla wafer streusel sitting in front of me.
Vanilla wafer streusel? Yep…instead of oatmeal, I used crushed vanilla wafers. No, it isn’t weird..it’s pretty awesome. With a vanilla bean or two..some cinnamon, brown sugar, flour and butter, this could be a snack on its own. Try it and see for yourself!
The verdict on these parfaits? ”OMG, this is an explosion of amazing flavors”, was one comment. The empty disposable glasses was all the proof I needed to post these. It’s not often I get it exactly how I want it the first time around..so here they are…
Caramel Apple and Banana – Peanut Butter Pudding Parfaits with Vanilla Wafer Streusel
Number of servings depend on the size glasses you use and how much of each ingredient you layer into said glasses
Caramel Bananas and Apples
2 bananas, peeled, split vertically into thirds, and cut into 1-inch chunks
1 medium apple, preferably tart, like a Granny Smith, peeled, cored and cut into 1/2-inch to 1-inch chunks
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/4 cup dark brown sugar
1 tablespoon butter
pinch of salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Vanilla Wafer Streusel
1 cup crushed (not ground..just pounded in a ziplock bag with a mallet) vanilla wafers
1/4 cup flour
1/3 cup light or dark brown sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon allspice (optional)
pnch of salt
2 fat vanilla beans, split and scraped (place empty pods in sugar for vanilla sugar)
4 tablespoons butter
1. Make Peanut Butter Pudding from recipe linked above. Pour into a bowl and press plastic wrap flat against the top of it to avoid a skin forming. Place in the refrigerator to set up a bit more.
2. Make the caramel bananas and apples. Heat a saute pan over medium-high heat until hot, but not smoking. Reduce the heat to medium, and sprinkle the granulated sugar evenly around the pan, then top with the dark brown sugar. When the granulated sugar starts to liquify and turn golden..start shaking the pan to distribute the heat and sugar evenly. The brown sugar won’t melt as fast as the granulated sugar, but that’s ok. Once the granulated sugar is melted, start stirring the brown sugar into it..it will melt instantly. If you’re worried about crystallization since this is the dry method of caramelizing sugar, stir in a little water or corn syrup with the sugars, then start heating it.
3. Immediately stir in the butter once the sugars are melted and golden brown, then add the chopped apples. Stir for a minute, then add the chopped bananas and salt. Cook until the fruits have softened, but are not mushy, about 3 minutes. Add vanilla extract and pour caramelized fruit and syrup into a heat proof bowl or glass.
4. Make the Vanilla Wafer Streusel. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with a silpat or parchment paper. Place all of the ingredients in a food processor and pulse until crumbly, but it comes together when you squeeze some with your fingers.
5. Spread on a baking sheet, squeezing some together to make clumps, if desired. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes..stirring half way through to make sure it crisps and browns evenly.
6. Assemble parfaits. This is all up to you. Layer each ingredient in glasses or cups, any way you want. I made some with pudding, then streusel, then caramel fruit, then more pudding, then more caramel fruit and streusel – lather, rinse, repeat. I also made some with mostly pudding, a thin layer of the caramel fruit, and a light sprinkle of streusel. I just glopped everything in, but you can make these really beautiful. Enjoy!
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Peanut Butter Brown Sugar and/or Double Chocolate Overnight Oatmeal, plus the KA Mixer Winner, and Part 13AJune 9, 2012 at 3:55 pm | Posted in Breakfast, Fruit, Giveaway, Healthy, Jams/Jellies, Lunch | 47 Comments
Tags: brown sugar, First Love, fruit, Greek Yogurt, Heavy Cream, Jam, Jelly, Milk, Overnight Oatmeal, Overnight Oats, Peanut Butter, Peanut Butter Oatmeal, Preserves, vanilla
I don’t usually go for fads, trends or follow rules when it comes to food. In fact, I don’t abide by any rules when it comes to food. I’ve been known to bake pumpkin pies in June, and I know some people may argue this, but there is NO discernible difference between using fresh roasted pumpkin puree and canned. I’ve tested it many times over the years..and no one..I mean NO ONE, could tell the difference between the pumpkin pie using canned pumpkin and the pumpkin pie using fresh pumpkin. As long as the canned pumpkin is pure, with no additives, it’s fine.
There..I said it, and I didn’t want to wait until Fall to say it.
By the way, did you know most canned pumpkin puree is actually Butternut or Hubbard squash. or a variety of squash, not named pumpkin? Yes, this includes the one that starts with L.
Back to trends and fads in the food blogosphere. I have seen overnight oats all over the place for months now. Normally, I’d steer clear, because, again, I’m not a trendy person and I don’t blog for traffic. However, I need quick breakfasts because I don’t eat breakfast anywhere near as much as I should, and I’m sick of cheerios, toast or smoothies, when I do.
After seeing Barbara’s (of Barbara Bakes) overnight oatmeal with berries, I decided I really needed to give this a shot. I also decided to blog it because I didn’t bake or cook anything for the KA Stand Mixer winner announcement, and Part 13…ummm…13A. I don’t like putting up posts without something tasty and visual in them.
This is a food blog..well, food journal, you know.
That said, no pretty jars for these overnight oats, since you will be using up the peanut butter at the bottom and around the sides of an almost empty peanut butter jar, so everything goes into the almost empty peanut butter jar. If you want to make it look nice for serving to someone(s), spoon it into pretty glasses or bowls..like I did for photos. BUT, off of my blog, it’s getting eaten straight from the jar, then bye-bye jar – into the recycle bin!
This is not a completely healthy version, but if you want to add protein powder, flax, chia seed. hemp, swamp goo, motor oil..or whatever, go ahead – no rules.
Well, there is one rule, but it’s a general rule to get the right consistency..and that rule is 1 part oats to 2 parts liquid, plus extras of your choice. If you want it thicker, add more oats.
Here’s my version.
Overnight Refrigerator Peanut Butter – Brown Sugar Oatmeal with Jelly or Chocolate
About 2 servings
1 almost empty jar of peanut butter (about 1/4 cup peanut butter left in jar)
1/2 cup old-fashioned or quick cooking oats (I tried both and preferred the quick oats, but if you like more ‘chew’, choose the old-fashioned oats)
2 to 3 tablespoons dark brown sugar
1/2 cup whole milk or any milk you prefer (skim, soy, rice, almond etc)
1/2 cup vanilla bean Greek yogurt or 1/2 cup heavy cream steeped with vanilla bean scrapings and pod (pod removed after steeping, of course)
fruit or jam/jelly/preserves of your choice and/or chocolate chips, chunks (optional)..I even added chocolate ganache to the bottom of one glass. No rules! You can go healthy or decadent, or both!
1. Dump the oats in the almost empty peanut butter jar. Sprinkle the dark brown sugar evenly on top of the oats. Stir together the milk and yogurt or steeped cream, then pour on top of the oats and dark brown sugar. If you’re adding chocolate chips or chunks, add now. Put the cover back on the peanut butter jar, tightly, and shake it vigorously. You’ll be stirring it come morning, so this is just a preliminary ‘shake’ to get the oats soaked and dissolve the brown sugar.
2. Put the covered jar in the fridge overnight, The next morning, open up the jar and stir it all together, digging the peanut butter up from the bottom and around the sides. Stir in fruit if you like – raspberries would be great, or swirl your favorite jam, jelly or preserves into it. If you prefer your oatmeal warm, give it a nuke in the microwave for a minute or two. Grab a spoon and dig in! Throw out the jar when you’re done..my favorite part next to eating it.
Note - I stirred extra peanut butter into the oats after they soaked overnight, only because I’m a peanut butter freak. It doesn’t need extra, but it doesn’t hurt if you’re a freak too. Also, I topped it off with some fresh, whipped cream and chocolate. If you want it topped, but healthier, use Greek yogurt.
Double Chocolate Overnight Oatmeal
1/2 cup old-fashioned or quick cooking oats (I tried both and preferred the quick oats, but if you like more ‘chew’, choose the old-fashioned oats)
1 to 2 tablespoons dark brown sugar (taste)
1 cup whole milk or any milk you prefer (skim, soy, rice, almond etc)
1 tablespoon dark cocoa
1/4 cup chopped chocolate
1. Stir together milk and cocoa powder until uniform.
2.In an empty jar..like a mason jar, dump in oats, dark brown sugar, chocolate milk and chopped chocolate. Shake the jar vigorously and set in fridge overnight.
3. Eat right out of jar. I like to microwave it for a few seconds to melt some of the chopped chocolate. Enjoy!
Now to Part 13A (Yes, 13A, I’m determined to get this memoir finished in 14 parts, so I’m cheating) of Bad Boy First Love. If you’re just tuning in, Part One is HERE, Part Two is HERE , Part Three is HERE, Part Four is HERE, Part Five is HERE, Part Six is HERE, Part Seven is HERE, Part 8 is HERE, Part 9 is HERE, Part Ten is HERE, Part 11 is HERE, and Part 12 is HERE.
The month I had left with him before the two-week separation was so much fun, things about it still make me laugh to this day. For one, I finally saw him drunk. It was 4th of July, and a bunch of his friends got together in an empty parking lot to party and shoot off fireworks. I brought one of my friends, who was now completely ensconced in a full-fledged friendship with J and one of his brothers, the grunge guy, one I call P.
Empty parking lots were a big thing in his town, no matter how small or large the gathering. They even had different nicknames for each one.
For instance, “Meet me at The Barber Pole” meant the parking lot across the street from a barber shop with a spinning pole in front. I soon knew each lot, via the nickname for it, very well.
I’d already gotten to know his friends and family well. One of my friends and I spent most of that summer hanging out with J and one of his brothers, whether or not Dreamboat was around.
I can’t believe I put tis photo up. Yeah, I know what it looks like.
He had two younger brothers, one a year older than me, one a year younger than me, and they looked nothing like him. Dreamboat was the golden boy – his looks coming from his Mother, who was of German descent. His father was a sweet, Italian man, and his brothers were dark-haired and brown-eyed like him.
They looked nothing like each other, either. The one who was older than me was about the same height as Dreamboat, but that height came with a slouch and a generous helping of grunge movement chic. He had a faint ‘stache of soft hair on his upper lip because he wasn’t old enough or hairy enough to grow a full one yet. The brother younger than me was shorter than the both of them and had a head of thicker, slightly curly hair. He was a metrosexual..rarely a hair out-of-place and always dressed well – the scent of Giorgio Armani wafting from his pores.
They looked up to Dreamboat in a way that was kind of rare in sibling dynamics, at least in my world. They adored and respected him, but at the same time – feared him as you would a parent if you did something wrong.
They called me ‘sistah-in-law’. It was cute.
SO, that night, Dreamboat got drunk – super drunk. thoroughly shnockered.
He had a very cool and calm disposition, never raised his voice to me, never out of control in any way, shape or form – BUT, on this 4th of July, once blitzed, he was all over the place, and it was fun…I couldn’t help but enjoy my pickled Dreamboat.
He was always affectionate publicly (PDA!), he didn’t care what people thought, but because he was drunk, he was almost slobbering me, hanging all over me like a dead weight. I could barely converse with anyone. I was laughing, but relieved when he pulled me away from the crowd to talk in a wooded area off to the side. He pushed me up against a tree..kissed me for a few minutes, then leaned back a bit, just looking at me. A very serious look came over his face, and although he was 10 sheets to the wind, he sounded completely sober when he said this..
“I don’t want you to leave me, please don’t go.”
I reassured him instantly..”It’s only two weeks, baby..we’ll have the last three weeks of August togeth…” He interrupted me..
“No, I don’t want you to go to Boston. I mean, I want you to go to college..but locally.”
I didn’t know how to respond because I had thought about that myself. It was too late, though.. I’d already changed colleges to be closer to him, and everything was paid for and set.
Double Chocolate Oatmeal with melting chocolate shards
He nestled his face in between my shoulder and neck, and mumbled into my collarbone..
“I can’t stand the thought of not seeing you for months at a time.”
He was like a child – so vulnerable, I’d never seen him like this before. I wanted to hold him forever, keep him safe…soothe his heart.
I stroked his hair (god, I loved his hair) and whispered, “But you can come visit me anytime you want, and..”
He cut me off again…
“No, you’ll meet other guys..rich college guys, you won’t want me anymore.”
Was he kidding? That would NEVER happen..I loved him with every inch of my body, heart and soul. I could NEVER be with anyone else. I told him this, but not in those exact words..body, heart and soul is too poetic – I don’t talk like that..
“I don’t want anyone else, baby..I can’t even fathom it.”
That was better.
He hugged me tight, but I could tell he still didn’t feel good about it.
We remained that way for a while, his face buried in my neck, squeezing me to him so tight, at some points I couldn’t breathe. After about 15 minutes, the bark of the tree was starting to scrape my back. I tried to wiggle into another position, but then felt pain. The damn bark had scratched me since I was wearing a white sun dress with straps in the back. I could feel the blood starting to ooze.
He was too wasted to tend to my latest injury, so I let him know what happened and suggested we go back to the parking lot. He tried to tend to it, feeling awful, but instead we went back to his house with J, his brother, and my friend. His parents had left for the shore with his other brother earlier that day..so after my friend patched me up, she took my car home, and I spent the night because he wanted me to. He was out like a light in minutes.
While I watched him sleep…I tried to think of a way to tell my father I was going to change schools again..apply to NYU. I couldn’t bear to be away from him for months at a time either.
Well..it didn’t work.
“NO, you’re going to school in Boston, and that’s it! ” my father shouted angrily when I tried to reason with him, “But, Dad, you went to NYU.”
He left the room.
OKAY..no Plan B here, this was sticking like super glue and no amount of arguing or begging was going to get me anywhere.
Dreamboat remembered what he said by the tree..it wasn’t 100% alcohol related, he really meant it, but in the light of day, minus the alcohol, he knew that was something he couldn’t ask of me. He apologized, but I could see in his eyes that he was hoping I would tell him I’d stay.
A little over 2 weeks of more wonderful with him, later, he left for the shore, and I left for Florida with my friends and family. The night before, I cried, but we would see each other in 2 weeks, so this wasn’t the end – yet.
I have to admit, I had a blast in Florida. We hung out a lot with some guys (just friends) that my raven haired friend and I had met during X-Mas break of my junior year, who lived in a condo owned by one of their parents, year round. Lots of partying, lots of cruising, lots of beach, and lots of climbing the fence and swimming in the condo pool at 3 or 4 am. But, I still couldn’t wait to get home and start packing for the shore and my last 3 weeks with Dreamboat. We spoke on the phone a few times, but we were always interrupted by my friend wanting to talk to his brother.
When we finally got home, packed up, and left for the shore the next day, around early evening, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I drove so fast, my friends finally convinced me to let one of them drive the rest of the way. They were right, I was too keyed up and anxious to see him. As soon as we got there, around 8 pm, I fixed myself up and practically ran to the pier. The one friend who accompanied me could barely keep up, and bitched about it plenty.
I was in a zone, and that zone was him..and only him..I had to see him, smell him, touch him, feel his lips and body against mine again. He was my oxygen, my drug, the love of my life.
With Cocoa Nibs
That summer he was working on the most popular ride on the pier, second to the roller coaster, called The Enterprise. This was a ride that started spinning horizontally, then lifted up slowly, until it was spinning round and round and you were upside down, a non-stop loop – one Dreamboat took me on the summer before that I hated because I don’t like being upside-down, unless my head is hanging off the edge of a bed, where it’s safe. It also scared the crap out of me. I felt like I was going to fall out, regardless of the closed car and how tight he held me from behind.
Gravity and I don’t mesh.
Naturally, there was not only a huge line for this the ride, but a throng of girls trying to get his attention. As I approached the platform, he was running from car to car closing them shut. He looked amazing, his hair was lightened and streaked by the sun, his lightly tanned skin accentuating his beautiful blue eyes. New ‘summer muscles’ were accentuated, from working on the ride.
Suddenly I felt like I did the summer before, insecure, scared, nervous..worried he wouldn’t want me anymore. We had been inseparable all year-long – in our own little world back in North Jersey, and now he was the ‘rock star’ again, but on a much bigger and more popular stage than the previous summers.
I tentatively stepped up on the first step of the platform, away from the line. He saw me and came jogging over..grabbing my hand and pulling me the rest of the way up..hugging me, lifting me in his arms, then kissing me long and slow. I heard a collective groan and a few curses from the girls as we put on our little show.
When we broke for a moment, he took my hand and walked me over to the booth so he could start the ride, and then we embraced outside the booth and kissed more, little sweet nothings and ‘I love you’s’ peppering the moment. He was just as happy and excited as I was – the moment was perfect. All of my worries disappeared - just as fast as they had reappeared. I was bursting with joy, inside and out..I loved him so much it hurt.
He took both of my hands in his, and stood back..looking at me..his dazzling smile melting me to goo as usual.
“Wow, look at that tan, my beautiful girl.” He said, and had still not had his eyes checked.
As usual, I morphed back into that shy, nervous 15-year old, again. My voice was weird..
“You look awesome too, baby.” I whispered because I was positive I might squeak.
He kissed both of my hands in his. This was getting even better.
“Baby, there’s something I need to take care of tonight in Bricktown (a town about a half hour from his shore house). I promised Andy (his friend from Part 4, with the nice girlfriend), I can’t get out of it.” He said, momentarily looking over my shoulder, which bothered me.
A slight chill came over me…all the warmth and happiness draining as I tried to register what he just said. We hadn’t seen each other in a little over two weeks..what the f%^k??
He saw the look in my eyes and pulled me to him..kissing my cheek and squeezing me tight. He pressed his lips against my ear and explained that there were some people giving Andy’s brother trouble and they needed to take care of it. He didn’t want to bring me, it could be dangerous.
I couldn’t help it, the disappointment was so fierce, and the fear of him getting hurt, so chilling, that my eyes started to well up.
Remember how I told you nothing ever rattled him? Well..there was a negative side to that. When I became emotional or feisty, he treated it like it was no big deal and there was no reason for me to get so agitated, almost amused by my reactions. It had happened a few times during my senior year of high school, but now it was more painful than ever.
For some reason, I couldn’t help thinking that all the girls watching him hug and kiss me were thinking how lucky I was and probably wished they were in my place, but little did they know..he was blowing me off..or at least that’s how I felt.
I started to pull away from him but he kept pulling me back. The people on the ride were getting a bonus round of upside-down.
He took my face in his hands..looked deep into my eyes, trying to be serious since he knew his nonchalant reactions to my being upset with him, bugged me to end.
“If I get back early enough, I’ll come by and get you, ok ? It’s no big deal, baby..we have lots of nights together after tonight”
He kissed me a dozen more times, but I didn’t feel any one of them. How could he blow me off for some tough guy shit when we hadn’t seen each other in weeks? Maybe there was a girl there he liked?
On top of soft chocolate ganache
For the first time in our relationship, I opened the vault to my anger, and let it fly..
“Why can’t you stop being such a tough guy? Why do you always have to be a f%^%ing hero? Why do you always have to put your life in danger??” I said, a little too loudly.
I pulled away from him and walked away fast. I knew the girls watching us were happy as pigs in shit now that it didn’t look good between us.
When I reached my friend, I grabbed her and pulled her with me. Suddenly I heard a girl in the swarm of Dreamboat lust say to her friend..”Go over and talk to him, I think I saw him look at you!”
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to see two relatively attractive girls continuing to plot their move on him. I saw nothing but hot, blazing red. I took a step toward them..
“Don’t even think about it!” I shouted, icily.
They both looked at me with surprise, as did my friend…totally shocked at what came out of my mouth. One of the girls decided to pour fuel into my already raging fire;
“I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
That was it..I was in NO MOOD..
“No, but you will see one around your eye if you even try to get with him!”
OMG, what had come over me? I was going completely Jersey on these girls. This was a first. I think some of Dreamboat’s friend’s girlfriends had rubbed off on me.
My friend yanked me away..as the girls continued to yell obscenities. She had to pull pretty hard to get me to move..I was ready to rumble. I was hurting and seething at the same time.
Once we got off the pier and onto the boardwalk..I started to cry…sob uncontrollably. She consoled me as we walked back to the apartment, reminding me that I was PMSing, so I was probably overreacting. Plus, he was not afraid of anything and strong, she reasoned, so if anything, the other party would be hurting.
It didn’t matter, I told her..strong and not afraid do not trump a knife or gun.
J and his brother, P, were waiting out in front when we got back to the complex..since our other friend’s boyfriend had driven up an hour after we did, and they didn’t want to disturb them.
My friend told them what happened as I rubbed my puffy eyes. His brother hugged me…
“Awww, Sis, (short for sistah-in law), he’s crazy about you, trust me…there is something he needs to do.” P said, trying to assuage the situation.
Yeah..like his brother, who adored and feared him, would tell me the truth if he was in fact lying to me. But it wasn’t just that..it was the worry I now had to endure. What if he got hurt? What if he was killed?? What if he hooked up with another girl??? Yeah, the latter seemed to worry me the most. Jealousy was eating me alive.
His brother then announced that their Mom had made her killer lasagna, so why not go back to his house and have some, so we could leave our other friend and her boyfriend alone for a while? Of course my friend, who loved to eat and never gained weight, jumped at the offer. I felt sick, but went anyway. Great..I’ll be at his shore house……without him.
When we got there, his Mom was only too happy to feed us..well, them, since I couldn’t eat, I was too upset. She also tried to soothe my worries…telling me she doubted there was anyone else he wanted more than me and she’d never seen him like this with a girl.
Her blue eyes, Dreamboat’s eyes, sparkled as she sipped some wine. and enjoyed having a daughter to talk to – she stroked my hair in a motherly fashion….
“I’m tellin’ ya…I’ve seen dozens of girls come and go, yaw the first one he’s evah fell hard faw,” she said, as she gave me a half hug, then tried to force feed me lasagna.
It helped, but I still couldn’t shake that icky feeling. I couldn’t tell her about his ‘taking care of Andy’s brother’ deal, which was scaring me more and more as the clock ticked away. There was no need to make her worry too.
Swirled with raspberry jam
She suggested we stay the night. Since his father only came up for long weekends, due to work, she insisted my friend and I sleep in their bed and she would sleep on the couch. She was in a good mood.. excited because they were going to Atlantic City that coming weekend.
After hanging out for a while, watching movies and playing some board games (as I desperately hoped he would suddenly walk through the door, the later it got), we finally went to bed around 2 am.
Surprisingly, sleep came fast. In what seemed like minutes, I was jolted awake from my deep slumber, as if someone had dumped a pitcher of ice-cold water on my head. I heard the backdoor creak open. He was just getting home..it was almost 5 am.
Part 13B coming soon.
Now to the winner of the KitchenAid Professional 600 Series 6-Quart Stand Mixer! I really wish I could give everyone who entered one of these mixers. I promise, there will be more great giveaways coming soon! Thank you all for entering!
The Random Number Generator decided that Candace, who’s comment is #224, is the winner!
Congratulations, Candace! I will be sending you an email so you can choose a color and give me your mailing info. As soon as I get it, it will be sent out to you ASAP. If there is no response from you within 48 hours, another winner will be chosen.
One more thing – I’d like to thank Bonnie, of Bonnie Banters, for nominating me for a Food Stories Award! Again, I’m incredibly flattered! Since I was nominated late last month, and have already passed on 5 nominations…I’ll throw in another random fact about me.
When I was a child..having had the luxury of seeing several Broadway shows, and listening to my father’s collection of Broadway soundtracks..I decided I wanted to be a Broadway singer. I used to stand on my front door step and belt out tunes like Tomorrow, Memory, One etc. There was one small problem, I couldn’t sing. My poor neighbors.
Peanut Butter Cream and Berries Crepes plus a VISA Card and Peanut Butter Giveaway! Giveaway Closed..March 16, 2012 at 7:21 am | Posted in Breakfast, Dessert, Fruit, Giveaway, Healthy | 358 Comments
Tags: Berries, Crepes, Giveaway, National Peanut Board, Peanut Butter, Peanut Butter Cream
I’m a peanut butter freak. You might not have known that because I don’t have a lot of peanut butter treats, sweet or savory, on my blog. Oh, I do have some, like..
- Peanut Butter Caramel Dipped Lady Apples
- Peanut Butter Cheesecake Swirl/Chunk Brownies
- Peanut Butter Milk Chocolate Entremet
- Peanut Butter Pie
- Flourless Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies with Cinnamon Peanut Butter Cream
- Double Chocolate-Peanut Butter Tart
- Easy Peanut Butter Chocolate Mousse
- Spicy Peanut Noodles in Cucumber Cups
- Peanut Sauce for Noodles and/or Satay dipping
OK, so maybe it’s a little more than I thought.
…but, the main reason I don’t have TONS, is because if I cooked or especially baked with peanut butter as much as I wanted to, I’d eat it all. No giving most of it away, no one slice then ‘into the freezer’, no dumping the rest into the trash – all to eliminate the big gorge. I’ve had an ongoing love affair with peanut butter since I was a child, and no amount of restraint can keep me from it’s creamy or crunchy ‘come hither’ lure. This is why one of the above actions must take place when I do bake with it.
I even keep a jar of peanut butter in my bedroom. Wow, that was kind of embarrassing to admit.
The first crepe in the upper left hand corner ‘went to the dog’ aka me.
So, I’ve got peanut butter desserts and a few savory lunch or dinner peanut butter treats, but what about BREAKFAST? Yes, peanut butter for breakfast!
A few weeks ago, I was contacted by Lakeshia for the National Peanut Board about Promoting Peanut Butter for Breakfast. I was offered a $50 VISA card, plus one to give away to one of you, along with a variety of peanut buttes, and a mug and spatula. Obviously, the VISA card is definitely the biggie, the main lure, the Hell YES, right? Not exactly in my case..all I could think was..
‘Yeah, yeah, just get that peanut butter to me ASAP’
I’ve eaten peanut butter for breakfast, again, since I was a child. It started with the goofy blue suited captain cereal – ONLY the peanut butter crunch version. I think I had that for breakfast almost every day Kindergarten through 4th grade. Then that morphed into just a snack I ate straight from the box, while I started my mornings with peanut butter pancakes, or peanut butter french toast (NOT actual peanut butter French toast or pancakes, I just spread peanut butter in between the pancakes or slices, then poured on the syrup). Once I was in High School, if I wasn’t skipping breakfast, which I did most of the time, it was peanut butter on whole wheat toast, with or without apple slices. I still eat that for breakfast to this day.
According to the National Peanut Board;
While 93 percent of Americans agree that breakfast is the most important meal, less than half eat a morning meal every day .Reasons for skipping out often include trying to lose weight or not having the time (That’s me!).
They also mentioned that peanut butter is full of fiber, protein and good fats. Why not eat it for breakfast? However, I’m willing to bet the goofy, blue suited Captain peanut butter cereal doesn’t fit into any of those categories. Funny thing is, as a kid, it tasted SO peanut buttery to me. As an adult, I cannot taste one bit of peanut butter, just a sugary, salty, kind of distant relative of peanut butter. Bottom line, open up a jar, or grind your own..there’s no substitution for the real thing.
Well..I’ve created a breakfast offering (although it can be construed and eaten as a dessert) that I think you’ll all love. This is probably more of a Sunday ‘breakfast in bed’ kind of treat, considering it’s not super quick to put together. Making crepes takes some time, and a little technique, but once you get the hang of it, it starts to move along a lot faster. However, don’t be put off when that first crepe doesn’t turn out. This happens to even the best chefs, hence the saying….
“The first crepe always goes to the dog”
I think it’s a matter of the pan hitting the right temperature. If you’re new to crepe making, I strongly suggest using a non-stick pan. Actually, I recommend you always use a non-stick pan, no matter how advanced! Much, much easier to produce perfectly golden crepes that don’t stick. Plus, it’ll cut the time in half. The crepe recipe I’m using contains canola oil and skim milk rather than butter and whole milk, so there’s your ‘healthier’ factor. The filling is another issue. Yes, it’s a bit rich, but you’re using a small amount of it to fill each crepe (the beauty of the PB cream is you can adjust the sweetness and consistency to your liking – just taste along the way)..and then fresh berries to top it off..a huge DING on the healthy meter again.
You can splurge and gussy it up a bit like I did with drizzles of melted chocolate or chocolate syrup on top, even a spoonful of whipped cream, plus powdered sugar. Who wouldn’t want a plate of these served to them for breakfast? It’s like breakfast out, not in.
Now to the Giveaway…
To help make mornings easier, the National Peanut Board is equipping peanut butter fans with nutritious breakfast tips and recipes at www.PB4Breakfast.com . Visitors are also encouraged to vote for their favorite peanut butter breakfast dishes. For every vote, America’s peanut farmers will donate $5, up to $10,000, to help serve a nutritious breakfast to the hungry.
Photo of above prizes courtesy National Peanut Board
Not only can you help those in need with a click, you also have a chance to win a variety of Peanut Butters and Peanut Butter samples – a mug and spatula, and a $50 Visa gift card by posting your favorite way to eat Peanut Butter for breakfast and sharing away. I will select a winner on March 23rd, 11:59 pm, using random.org. A winner will be announced March 24th.
In order to enter this giveaway, you must…
1. Leave a comment here about anything – whether it be my crepes, and/or your favorite way to incorporate peanut butter into breakfast or a way you might incorporate it into breakfast. THEN,
2. Tell the National Peanut Board how you like Peanut Butter for breakfast on the Peanut Butter Fanatic Facebook wall.
3. Vote for your favorite PB for Breakfast recipe, while you’re there.
4. Leave a comment here telling me you did # 2 and #3.
Of course I couldn’t leave you without bonus entries..
1. Like Peanut Butter Fanatic on Facebook
2. Follow me on Twitter @parsleynsage
3. Subscribe to Parsley, Sage, Desserts and Line Drives via email or RSS feed.
4. Tweet this giveaway – I just entered to win a $50 VISA card, a variety of Peanut Butters plus more at http://bit.ly/z5HW3X. #giveaway #peanutbutter
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Peanut Butter Cream Cheesecake and Berries Crepes
4 -6 servings
Recipe from Jacques Pepin via Delish
2/3 cup all-purpose flour
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon sugar
3/4 cup skim milk
1 tablespoon corn or canola oil
A little additional oil for greasing the skillet
Peanut Butter Cream
8-oz cream cheese, softened (make it skinnier using Neufchatel or low-fat cream cheese)
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons peanut butter *
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup powdered sugar (you can add more or less depending on how sweet you like it. If it gets too thick if you increase the amount, just add more cream or milk)
2 to 4 tablespoons heavy cream, or milk, or soy milk, or almond milk etc.. your choice.
Assorted mixed berries of your choice, sliced or cut up
* If you don’t like peanut butter and want plain cheesecake crepes, omit the peanut butter and use another 1/2 cup cream cheese plus an extra half cup powdered sugar.
1. Combine the flour, eggs, sugar, and 1/4 cup of the milk in a bowl, and mix with a whisk until smooth. The mixture will be pretty thick. Add the remaining milk and the tablespoon of oil, and mix until smooth. Let sit for 1 hour.
2. In the meantime, make the peanut butter cream. Combine peanut butter and cream cheese in the bowl of a stand mixer, or in a medium bowl if you use a hand mixer. Beat until smooth. Beat in powdered sugar and vanilla and combine until smooth. Drizzle in cream (or whatever milk you’d like) until it’s of a frosting like consistency, and fluffy. Fill a piping bag, with a small or medium tip, or a ziplock bag with the end snipped off, with the cream if you want to get fancy, or just cover the bowl and set aside until ready to spoon onto crepes.
3. Lightly grease the bottom of an 9 or 10-inch non-stick skillet with a little oil, and heat the pan over medium to high heat. When it is hot, add about 1/4 of the crepe batter, and quickly tilt and move the skillet so the batter coats the entire bottom of the pan. Move quickly, or the batter will set before the bottom of the skillet is coated, and the crepes will be thicker than desired. If there’s a hole anywhere, just add a little more batter to cover it. Like I mentioned above, don’t be deterred if the first crepe doesn’t turn out.. this is the one usually goes to the dog anyway (In my case..I was the dog).
4. Cook for about 45 seconds on one side, and then turn and cook for about 20 seconds on the other side. As you make the crepes, stack them on a plate, browned side down, so that when they are filled and folded this brown side will be visible. Don’t start making the crepes until you’ve got the filling and berries ready to go, not to mention the ‘crew’ you’re going to serve them to.
5. Pipe or spread about 1/4 to 1/2 cup of the peanut butter cream, in a line, on one side of the crepe (In my photos, I did a little piping twist, which used a lot more filling – this was all for show, unless you love A LOT of filling). Top with a few tablespoons of mixed berries. Roll up gently so most of the berries end up on top – some might get lost in the peanut butter cream. Top with some powdered sugar, a few drizzles of chocolate ganache or syrup and tuck in some extra berries in between each crepe and/or around the plate. Pipe on some whipped cream, if you’re feeling especially ‘splurgy’.
Part 8 of Bad Boy First Love coming in a few short days.