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Matters of the heart

They say time flies when you’re having fun.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

And they also say you should probably create your wedding video prior to the eve of your first anniversary.

Well I say two out of three ain’t bad.

It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since our wedding day. On the one hand it feels like just yesterday we were finalizing details and using all the big-ticket grandparent prayers we could for what turned out to be a beautifully sunny and warm spring day. On the other hand it seems like so much has happened over the past 365 days:

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Dinner and a view. 🌅

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  • We enjoyed some romantic meals and date nights
  • And we had a lot of visitors

So since I’m sure my husband is already celebrating our anniversary across the world right now in Goa, India (barring another record heat-induced power outage), I thought I’d share my better late than never look back on the day that I was blessed with the opportunity to walk through life holding this guy’s hand.

Sarah + Matt

(photos courtesy of the oh-so-talented Wright Photographs)

Grandma’s Rhubarb Cake

It’s back!

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Happy HalloLaborDay! 🎃

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Candy Corn is back in your local grocery store folks! You only have 60 days to enjoy this treat so don’t delay. I don’t know about you but my Labor Day was filled with super sweet waxy triangles of awesomeness. So what if it felt like I was cheating on the holiday. We’re just friends I promise.

I figure if Candy Corn is back in stores then fall is just around the corner. And since it’s still 96 degrees outside and probably will be for the foreseeable future, I’ve thrown out all rules about when you should or shouldn’t make traditionally seasonal foods.

Truth is, I found rhubarb at the store last week and I couldn’t not buy it. Yes, I realize this stuff grows in ditches back in the Midwest but I can’t find it for the life of me down here so I have to take advantage when I get the chance. I was a little skeptical, having paid way too much for a pound of it, sure that it would taste like crap and not live up to my grandmother’s recipe, but man was I wrong.

So in honor of fall, candy corn and everything football, I figured this recipe deserved another share. Do me a favor and find some locally grown rhubarb though. I’d hate for you to make a scene in the grocery store like I did when you finally spot some of the fresh stuff.

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Grandma’s Rhubarb Cake

  • 2 C sugar
  • 1/2 C shortening
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 2 1/2 C flour (plus 1 tsp more for pan)
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 C buttermilk mixed with 1 tsp baking soda
  • 4 C rhubarb, chopped

Cinnamon Sugar Topping

  • 1/2 C sugar
  • 1 1/2 tsp cinnamon

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Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

In a stand mixer, cream sugar and shortening together. Add egg and vanilla.

In a small bowl, whisk flour and salt.

Gradually add flour and buttermilk, alternating once each is combined.

With a spatula, fold in chopped rhubarb.

In a prep bowl, whisk cinnamon and sugar. Pour over cake and tap until covered. Remove excess if necessary.

Bake for 45-50 minutes or until a knife comes out clean in the center. Let cool.

Serve with coffee in the morning, a mid-day snack or dessert in the evening.

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Cornbread Cake Crumble

Man I love subject lines chock full of alliteration. Can you blame me? It perfectly sums up what this recipe is; a mix of cornbread, cake and an awesome crumble on top.

And as much as I love alliteration, I love cornbread even more. Just don’t tell my good friend almond butter. I’m not sure love even covers my feelings on a good batch of cornbread. Adoration perhaps. Addiction probably. There may or may not have been an occasion where I single-handily devoured an entire basket of jalapeno cornbread in a suite at a NASCAR race a few years ago.

It’s probably because we’ve lived in the south for so long that I developed this fondness for cornbread. Just kidding. It’s a direct result of the countless visits my grandmother took my cousins and I on to good Old Country Buffet when we were little. And if they didn’t have cornbread, I opted for a cinnamon roll to go with my mac n’ cheese and orange drink right before I let my cousins tell me how to spend my $20 at the Toys “R” Us next door, likely in an altered state from the spike in glucose.

Those. Were. The. Days.

I saw this recipe from the How Sweet It Is blog a few weeks ago on Instagram and I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Oh come on, you know you get hangry when you see all those food pictures on Instagram, too. If you ask me, there is no reason why likes or comments shouldn’t come with free samples. Just sayin’.

So as with most things I can’t get out of my head, I finally decided to try it. Don’t hate me ’cause I made it. Hate me because I haven’t figured out how to ship the free samples yet.


Cornbread Cake Crumble

  • 1 1/2 C flour
  • 1 C cornmeal
  • 3/4 C sugar
  • 3 tsp baking powder
  • 1/4 tsp kosher salt
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/4 C heavy whipping cream
  • 1 C almond milk
  • 1 TBL + 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/2 C unsalted butter, melted

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Line a spring-form pan with parchment paper. I typically trace the bottom of my pan with a knife over the parchment (and on a cutting board) so I have a circle for the bottom. Spray with a non-stick cooking spray. Set aside.

In a large bowl, whisk flour, cornmeal, baking powder, salt and sugar together. Add melted butter and stir until just combined.

In a liquid measure blend eggs, milk and vanilla. Add liquid ingredients to dry and stir to blend. Pour batter into pan.

crumb topping

  • 1 1/2 C flour
  • 1/3 C brown sugar
  • 1/3 C sugar
  • 1/4 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/2 C unsalted butter, melted

In a separate bowl, whisk flour, sugars, cinnamon and salt. Add melted butter and mix until crumbly. I realize this seems like an abundance of crumb topping. I hesitated too, but it’s worth it. Trust me.

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Top batter with crumb topping. Bake for 40 minutes or until a knife comes out of the center clean.

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I ran out of tomatoes so I couldn’t try the candied tomatoes that came with the recipe, but I will tell you that a healthy dose of honey is like heaven on a piece of this, too.

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Not too sweet. Not too savory. A combination confusing enough that you will be able to justify this cornbread cake crumble at nearly every meal.






Don’t you worry ’bout a thing

For some reason I’m really into song lyrics this weekend. Especially today. Today alone I’ve ‘felt the music’ several times.

It started this morning over coffee.

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Easy like Sunday morning

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Easy Like Sunday Morning (Lionel Richie)

And continued on our visit to the park to play in the snow.

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My kind of town

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My Kind of Town (Frank Sinatra)

But it really resonated with me today in church when I listened to the following gospel:

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span? Why are you anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear?’ All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.

Don’t worry about what you are eating. Whether it be fat free, gluten free, carb free or meat free.

Be thankful you are fed.

Don’t worry about what you are wearing. If it’s Prada, JCrew, Target or Goodwill. Don’t worry about it.

Be thankful you are clothed.

All too often we get wrapped up in worrying about things that don’t matter. Materialistic things. Trivial things. And by filling our hearts with worry over the trivial things, we run out of space for the important stuff.

Are you fed? Are you clothed? Are you warm and loved? That’s all that you need. Worry about being a good person and the rest is taken care of.

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Have a wonderful week!

Recaps and Resolutions

It seems only fitting to take a few moments and reflect on 2013 before we head full-swing into the new year. I’m not a huge fan of resolutions, primarily because I’m just as guilty of letting them go as the next person, but I do feel that they serve a purpose. After all, it was nearly one year ago that I resolved to bring my blog back from hiatus and I’m proud to say it is one resolution I have kept up with for the entire year.

Resolutions may not work for everyone, but I’ve found that in order to succeed, I not only need to set goals, but to hold myself accountable for them. You can read more about that here. Let’s see how I did in 2013:

1) Blog Weekly

I’ll take your weekly and throw in another post. Believe it or not, I managed to post bi-weekly for the majority of 2013. At times it wasn’t easy, but it is nice to be able to look back and to reflect on the new beginnings, celebrations, laughs and trials of the past year. You seem to be liking the posts too.  According to my stats you guys enjoy cookie decorating, marathons gone wrong and super bowl recipes. You can thank Pinterest for that last one. This spicy chex mix went what the kids call ‘viral’ and single-handedly referred more visitors to the blog than anything else. I can’t say i’m mad, but I do hope 2014 brings folks to a few of my more sophisticated recipes. You know, the ones that involve a little more than adding spices and mixing in a large bowl?

2) Volunteer once a month

Unless you count volunteering your body for imminent danger by overtraining for the Chicago Marathon, I didn’t follow through with this resolution as I had intended. I did however, manage to raise over $1,200 in the process for PAWS Chicago, helping save the lives of over 5,850 cats and dogs this year. I look forward to continuing this effort throughout 2014. It’s truly a cause worth supporting.

3) Read more (must quantify goals, Sarah) Correction: Read 13 books in 2013

I’m starting to realize that running a marathon is my excuse for nearly every other failed resolution in the past year. I don’t even think I read one book in 2013, let alone 13. Do editing blog posts count? Do I get a personal pan pizza if I give it another go this year? 

4) Capture more life in photos (not just with iPhone)

My Instagram total is nearing 700 photos. And guess what? They were nearly all taken with my iPhone. Sue me. Well don’t actually. I think I do have some portion of copyright on the photos. Probably not. I did manage to follow through on this resolution and capture a lot more of my life (and food) with my DSLR. Here are just a few of my favorites:

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5) Complete a Triathlon

See #1 and #2. No I did not complete a triathlon this year. I’ll admit, I was too scared to put ‘run a marathon’ when I wrote this last year so I felt a triathlon was a safe bet because I’ve always wanted to do one. It was shortly after I published this post that I decided to sign up for Chicago. And while I didn’t exactly have the best experience and still have a hard time calling myself a marathoner (pretty sure you need to do more than just one), I am very proud of myself for pushing through the pain and finishing. I’m also proud to report that I can once again run without pain for the first time since October 13th. So bring it on 2014! Let’s do a whole bunch of races that don’t include a distance of over 26 miles. 

As we enter into the New Year, I want to thank you for reading this blog and following me on this journey. Writing is a passion of mine and I look forward to continuing to share and overshare my experiences with you in 2014.

Now it’s your turn! Believe it or not I do get a little tired of talking to myself all the time. I’d love to hear from you. Don’t leave me hanging so early in the year!

Do you have any New Year’s resolutions? 

Do you set monthly goals?

Did you follow through with any resolutions from last year? 

What is your biggest complaint about resolutions? 

What are you most looking forward to in 2014? 

Spooky Pumpkin Toffee Cookies

Pumpkin season is in full swing folks. And while I’m not exactly down with the PSL craze, I do love to put pumpkin into just about everything else from October through oh let’s just say February. If I’m baking you something during this time frame, it’s likely to include pumpkin. Sorry I’m not sorry.

I made this batch of pumpkin cookies for my girlfriend’s birthday last week. I knew she liked pumpkin and I figured she liked toffee but after I posted the picture on Instagram, my assumptions were confirmed.

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Birthday baking. #Nailedit.

These cookies originally started out as an adaptation of this recipe from trusted recipe blog, Two Peas and their Pod, but like my other attempts at any cookie with pumpkin, they rose up like fluffy little clouds in a summer sky. Ah summer, wish you were here. Seriously though. Warm up Chicago!

As I watched these cookies bake, I noticed them fluffing up like crazy. Maybe it was because I didn’t quite have enough toffee to weigh them down (I ran out at 1/2 cup and added spooky chocolate chips to make up for it) or that pumpkin cookies and I just won’t have the same crispy and flat relationship that my other cookies and I have together, but they looked nothing like the original recipe.

It was at that point that I decided to scrap the salted caramel glaze and serve these gems on their own. They might be cuffins in terms of shape and fluff quotient, but they were tasty cuffins. So tasty that I made another batch for work again this week. And just like the movie they were Gone in 60 Seconds. Ok 60 minutes but close enough.

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Pumpkin Toffee Cookies with Spooky Chocolate Chips

3 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground nutmeg
1/4 tsp ground all-spice
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 C unsalted butter
1 1/2 C sugar
1 C canned pumpkin (I use Libby’s 100% pumpkin)
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 1/2 C Heath Toffee Bits (I used 1/2 C heath bits and 1 C spooky chocolate chips)

Preheat oven to 350.

In a large bowl, whisk flour, baking soda, powder, spices and salt. Set aside. In a stand mixer, blend butter and sugar until creamy. Add pumpkin, egg and vanilla, mixing between each ingredient. Once combined, slowly add dry ingredients to wet. Add in your choice of toffee or chocolate chips.

This makes a very sticky dough, so I suggest using a cookie scoop and spraying it with non-stick spray every 3 or 4 scoops. Trust me, you will be less inclined to throw the cookie dough at your counter or fridge because it just won’t release from the scoop.

These cooked up well (fluffy and soft) on my silpat and in a jelly roll pan. I don’t know why but I love my jelly roll pan for cookies. It’s just my thang. 

Bake for 15 minutes or until edges slightly brown. Note: these cookies won’t get crispy so they may look soft but are done after about 15 minutes.

Let cool in pan and then on wire rack.

Let your dog photobomb them again like he does every other baked good you make. Kid loves pumpkin, too!

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Looks like it’s going to be a perfect weekend for baking something with pumpkin. Everybody’s doing it.

Have a great day.

Sad Finn Diary

Last week I came across this sad dog diary video. There’s a cat version out there too. Take a minute and watch it.

Ok now stop laughing. Since I can’t get this out of my head, I thought I would let Finn share his take on this weekend’s activities. That and I realized my phone is chock full of sad Finn photos. So without further ado, I bring you the Sad Finn Diary.

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Dear Diary,

My human has returned home from Minnesota and started grinding up all of her food instead of eating it whole. I know not yet the reason. She shoves perfectly shaped fruit into a loud machine until nothing is left but a pulp. Perhaps a form of self mutilation? I need more time to research. I have taken to eating items to induce sickness in solidarity. But for some reason my human is feeding me nothing but chicken and rice this week. It is delicious and I feel guilty but satisfied. I’m afraid she will have to learn this lesson on her own. Poor human.


My human shared my ‘tricks’ with the world through a new Instagram video feature this weekend. At least that’s what she told me. I don’t know what this Instagram she speaks so highly of but I don’t think I like it. Aside from the exhausting task that ‘high-fiving’ has on a 75 pound species like me, she asked me to do it twice. I can only assume this is because I knocked her device out of her hand the first time. I don’t think she realized I did it purposefully. I fear the device is brainwashing her. I must stop it.

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I received a new chewing device this weekend. Well two of them. I assume this is a sign that the other items in the house were not meant for this purpose. Specifically those that my humans sit on. I pretend to be interested as my humans try to decide what animal my new chewing device represents. The discussion of lobster versus sting ray goes on far longer than it should. Since I can’t don’t care to add anything to the conversation, I focus on the similarity in taste between my new plastic stick and the ottoman leg. I determine that this substitute will suffice for now. But not forever.

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On Sunday my humans took me for a ride in the car. I didn’t know where we were traveling but I was very excited nonetheless. As the building disappeared and the fields grew wider, I considered that they might be taking me back to my place of origin. I could not be sure. Contemplation makes me tired. I must rest.

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When we arrived at our destination I realized that my humans were meeting with other family members to sit under tents and talk. I spotted two other dogs across the yard. They looked familiar but it would take at least 15 minutes of butt-sniffing to determine how I knew them. Their humans called them by name: Harley and Charlie. According to my human they were my cousins. I’ve yet to determine how that is possible. 

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I soon realized that this wasn’t just a family gathering but a challenge of superiority between my kinfolk. The smell of grilled meat and beer wafted through the warm air as we clumsily tried to reacquaint ourselves after months of isolation. I chewed a stick to calm my nerves. It tasted much more authentic than the plastic version.

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There were children at the gathering as well. Some newer than others. My human thought they were adorable but to me they smelled of milk and mixed vegetables. To each their own I suppose.

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We left the gathering some time later and began our drive back home. Exhaustion from the day’s events soon sunk in. I didn’t reign superior on speed, agility or weightlifing, but I did manage to be the only one brave enough snatch the victory napkin flag from the matriarch. And for that I am proud. I will voluntarily wedge myself into the smallest nook of the floorboard and reflect on how I can improve my skills before the next gathering. 


I am starting to think that my human is afraid of me. Nearly every morning after I show her how to pee outdoors, she puts me back inside and runs away. Just today she offered me a treat but then ran away before she delivered it. Is this some sort of sign? She did glance at that wicked device first.  I will pull all of the dish towels from the counter in protest until she returns home.

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Life’s a Beach

I was off my blogging schedule this week but I’ve got a good excuse. I realized that even in our over-connected world, there comes a time and place to just unplug. And while Las Vegas may not be that place, California is. Note-this excludes Instagram. I can’t help my love for Instagram. 

las vegas strip

I’ve determined you cannot visit California and remain in a bad mood. Even if you worked all day, took a late flight, trekked miles from the airport to find your rental car place and then hit the only traffic worse than the Kennedy when Obama is in town, the sunshine and palm trees will get you soon enough. Trust me. Arnold isn’t lying about that one.

I opted to tack on a mini-vacation to Manhattan Beach after my work trip to Vegas all week and boy am I glad I did. After all, nothing soothes the neon sunburn and detoxes the lavish meals like ocean water and juice cleanses. Did I mention I arrived on an unseasonably warm weekend of 80 degrees in March!?

When I was younger I used to tell my family I was going to move to California when I grew up. I believe I even went so far as to draft an essay about my future life for an 8th grade time capsule. In it, I outlined plans for a mansion on the beach, pet dolphins who roamed free in our designated portion of the ocean, two kids, twins of course, and all made possible by my Doctor husband so my days could be spent ‘playing’ with more dolphins as a marine biologist. I stumbled upon the essay in my parent’s basement a few months ago and got a good laugh reading through the precise details of my west coast life as well as my naivety as to the job responsibilities of marine biologists.

It wasn’t until I visited this past weekend that I realized that my essay wasn’t so far off after all. Now it may not be my life, but take a rapid downhill stroll towards the Manhattan Beach Strand and you’ll see my childhood vision in all it’s glory. Gorgeous mansions line the beach, stacked on top of one-another like Legos (the new expensive ones not those cheap ones we grew up with) with sweeping views of both the pacific and the surrounding hills. Backyards are the focal point of the homes making an al fresco super fan like me just overjoyed at the idea of hosting a dinner party and serving roast with a side of sunset and crashing waves. Those that can’t secure the $5 million for a beachfront lot settle for a few steps up a steep hill and a strategically-placed balcony allowing them ridiculous re-sale value for their ‘ocean view’.

And the dolphins? Oh they are there too. It’s not uncommon to spot schools of dolphins along the beach, sometimes even playing with the surfers. And since no one can tell me otherwise at this precise moment, I’m only left to assume they make a few families very happy.

As for my visit, I started it at Whole Foods Friday where I lunched outside with the local soccer moms and did a little shopping in nearby El Segunda before heading down to the beach. Years of navigational training from my father as well as a lot of work trips have given me the confidence to go out and explore. It’s amazing what you can discover and who you will meet when you just venture out of your comfort zone. Then again, smart phones help too. So after finding a parking spot along Highland in Manhattan Beach, I made my way down the steep incline towards the sand below.

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I walked the beach for a while, envious of the locals who had nothing better to do than to wait for their friends to show up for a late-afternoon volleyball match or surf. Then I realized i had nothing better to do either. I breathed deeply. California, Awesome.

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I made my way back up to the shops on Highland and stumbled on a cute little bakeshop called Cake. I tried to walk past it and determined it was physically impossible for me to do so. This travel skill I received from my mother. One PB&J cookie, an almond chocolate chip bar and a pretzel knot later, I thought I had made my daily contribution to local business. But apparently I was just beginning.

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well said

I soon came across on another mall, and a Trader Joe’s. There were girl scouts out front and the next thing I know I’m heading back to the hotel with bakeshop cookies, girl scout cookies, and more snacks than anyone could possibly eat over the next 24 hours. What can I say, my Dad taught me to find the local hot spots and my mom to individually support their efforts.

Saturday started with an early-morning run along the Strand. I have a race coming up and so it was really nice to get a long run in outside, especially knowing that the snow was still on the ground back home. This time I at least had my boyfriend in tow to confirm additions to my mental photo album of people who look like their dogs. We determined that labradors top the list in Manhattan Beach followed closely by golden retrievers. And it figures since everyone is so ridiculously good looking and fit in this town. We stopped briefly at the Manhattan Beach Pier so I could snap a few photos. Another perk of today’s smart phones and downfall of having me as a running partner.

seagull on pier


I spent the remainder of the day outside, catching up on some reading at the pool and determining the difference between Whole Foods and local Bristol Farms free samples. I also attempted to avoid another girl scout transaction before heading back to the beach that afternoon. Man those girls are cute.

sailboat in ocean and beach

That evening, we headed back to the beach for one last round, this time stopping for a cocktail at  the Manhattan Beach Post where we were informed over Manhattan Avenues (appropriate) and Pushing Daisies that the chef had trained at Charlie Trotters. Small world. And while the wait was too long for us to eat there, we enjoyed a late dinner and a few beers at nearby Simmzy’s Pub.

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It may not be the life I have currently, but several Californians are calling something pretty similar everyday life here in SoCal. As for me, I’m just happy to have a mid-winter visit to absorb some vitamin D, breathe in some ocean air, reflect and be grateful. And maybe to visit often enough that someday one of those homeowners invites me over for some beachfront al fresco dining. I’ll bring the cookies.

Blueberry Lemon Pancakes

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If you’ve read my brief ‘About’ section you know I like food. If you follow me on Instagram you may also notice that I like to take pictures of my food. I have to. Often times I’m cooking solo and Finn just doesn’t seem to appreciate the art as much as my camera or iPhone does. He does enjoy the free samples though.

My name is Sarah and I am addicted to Instagramming my food.

Hi Sarah.

Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’d like to share my first installment of What I ate Wednesdays. I can’t promise that I will always share food on Wednesdays, nor that I actually ate said food on a Wednesday, but I figure this is a good way to give some structure to the blog, share a few recipes and free up some space on my food-filled camera.

A few weeks ago, while coming off a month-long battle with  noroinflupharyngitisvirus, nothing sounded appetizing to me aside from carbohydrates. I should clarify that even when healthy, I enjoy my fair share of carbohydrates, but for some reason while ill it’s all I can stomach.

Before the plague, my mom was up for a visit and I took her to one of my favorite spots, Grange Hall Burger Bar for their Sunday Farmer’s Breakfast where we shared the one of the tastiest old-fashioned blueberry griddle cakes I’ve ever had. If you live in the city and haven’t been to Grange Hall, you must try out this adorable farm-to-table spot for their farmer’s breakfast or awesome burgers.
(NOTE: write a post about your love for Grange Hall)

Grange Hall Coffee

Farmer’s Breakfast at Grange Hall

As I eased my way back into normal meals, I couldn’t stop thinking about those griddle cakes. So naturally, I spent my recovery searching recipes and praying for the energy to stand long enough in my kitchen to make them.

Thank God for Sunday. Literally. I woke up, felt better and whipped up a big batch of these gems, freezing the extras for future victories.

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Whole Wheat Blueberry Lemon Pancakes


  • 1 1/3 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 TBL plain nonfat yogurt
  • 1 large egg
  • 1 cup buttermilk, or milk
  • 1 TBL honey
  • 1 TBL lemon juice
  • Zest of 1 lemon
  • 1 cup fresh blueberries
  • Honey for topping

In a medium bowl, whisk flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

In a large bowl, blend yogurt, egg, buttermilk, 1 TBL honey, lemon juice, and lemon zest.

Add dry ingredients into the wet until just combined. Add additional water or milk until consistency is smooth. Try not to over mix.

Gently fold in blueberries.

Heat a griddle or large pan over medium heat and grease with oil or non-stick spray. Pan is ready when a drop of water sizzles. (NOTE: with the whole wheat flour cakes will be thick and won’t run as much as normal ones do)

Cook the pancake until the top starts to form bubbles and the bottom is lightly browned, then flip and cook for 2 minutes more.

Top with honey or fresh berries.