As I mentioned in my last post this is the year we are embracing citrus season. This is the first year I’ve been able to find blood oranges locally (mind you they are from California). Sean has developed a LOVE for blood oranges, frequently I’ll peel in the morning to pack in his school lunch.
My first memories of having blood oranges were when Josh was working in Italy back when we lived in Germany in 2005. I made the trip with him a couple times and the hotel where we stayed has fresh blood orange juice every morning for breakfast. It was so incredibly tasty. Continue reading
For some reason this seems to be the first year I’ve completely embraced citrus fruits. I think the biggest factor is that I can finally find the “good stuff”. For me that means blood oranges, cara cara oranges and meyer lemons.
In the past they’ve all be hard to come by. So now the boys and I might be a little addicted, especially to blood oranges.
Waffles are one of those things that are so easy to make I can’t help but wonder why anyone would ever buy store bought. The time you put in is so minimal and yet the flavor difference between homemade and store bought is extreme.
Josh and I have had our waffle iron since we got married. It was one of the items on our registry and let me say it gets used! We certainly use it more now that we have three boys who are always hungry, but even when it was just us waffle breakfasts were not uncommon.
I think the thing I like most about waffles is how versatile they are. Sure, you can go the traditional route and cover them in maple syrup. Are you one of those people that has to have syrup in every single hole??!
Can you believe it’s already February?! The time is just flying by despite some of the days dragging. It was a strange month in our kitchen. For nearly two weeks I was on a very restricted diet or clear liquids so the cooking and baking was a little slow. Don’t get me wrong, the guys didn’t starve. It just wasn’t my most creative work!
In my kitchen this month I started this new meal journal. I write down what we have for every family dinner, not the recipe, just what we ate. I also note how well it was received (or not so well in the case of Jack and Sean eating polenta).