Why should peaches and cream have all the fun? Each summer, when stone fruit season rolls around, I try not to play favorites—but sometimes I can’t help it. Something about a perfectly ripe apricot just perfectly encapsulates the sun-warmed feeling of hot days and barely breezy nights. They are the summer sun, melting down just past the farthest part of the horizon, in perfect fruit from. And when I’ve had my fill of them straight out of my farmers’ market tote, I turn to my kitchen for other ways of indulging in the apricot.
In the past, I’ve been a fan of neither breakfast nor oatmeal. But that all changed after a barista at my local Starbucks handed me an overnight oats one morning as a treat (side note: my Starbucks is the best). I happened to be starving that morning, so I took a bite…and then another, and then another. I was amazed at how delicious the cold, coconutty dish could be, and I decided right then to come up with my own take on the easy breakfast.
I’ve begun a love affair with pistachio milk.
I love it for its back-of-the-tongue nuttiness, its velvety viscosity and its pale green hue. It tastes delicious when mixed with matcha and served over ice—the way I first tasted it—or slightly sweetened and gulped directly from the fridge-cooled pitcher.
Happy Sunday! After being stuck in bed with a migraine all day yesterday, I’m feeling extra perky and eager to take advantage of my pain-free head today. Alex and I are heading to brunch in Ballard, followed by a wander through some of my favorite shops. I’m on the hunt for some new office supplies: a pretty plant to fill an empty ceramic pot on my desk, and a new go-to pen (unsurprisingly, I’m very picky about my writing utensils). While I’m off shopping for sundries, give this week’s links of interest a scroll, why don’t you? Hopefully these pretty things will help ward off your Sunday scaries.
Things are looking up: the shortest day of the year is behind us, and we officially have just three days until Christmas. A whirlwind month full of late-night work, festive happy hours and feverish shopping trips has culminated in a long-awaited vacation full of snow-capped mountains, delicious snacks and lots of pajama-clad lounging. All of my presents have been shipped to my mom’s house in Texas, waiting to be unboxed, rewrapped and opened by my family come Christmas morning. But just in case you are still in need of a few last-minute gifts for friends, coworkers or family members’ stockings, I’m here for you.