Oct
30

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I can always tell when it’s officially fall when I start craving warm bowls of soup. It’s not even funny how many bowls I could consume; just fill it to the brim and let me drench my bread in all that broth.

Soup & bread leaves me deliriously happy. Can you get high off grilled cheese? Just wondering.

Oh and not like it’s a secret or anything, but if I’m alone I’ll sip it slowly from the bowl. Let’s not pretend I’m the only one, internet friends.

But let me ask you a serious question: what is soup without a sandwich? Without crusty toasted buttered bread and melty cheese in the middle? Well, it just isn’t the same. Trust me, I know this bread and soup thing. Or at least I can claim to since I’ve got this food blog thing going on.

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Jul
22

I think one of the most important things in any relationship is finding someone who can make you laugh. Or who you can laugh along with. I’m a HUGE goofball (and pretty weird), so finding someone that understands my sense of humor is essential.

Oh, I think I forgot to tell you guys I am dating. Not serious marriage dating, just having fun and searching for that little bit of laughter in my life. Good, right? Well obviously for whoever I date it’s good. I mean, what kind of guy can resist freshly baked cookies and mexican food for dinner?

There are reasons I can’t go around cooking for all of my dates — food is a serious attachment. That’s why I only bake the life-changing cookies when I REALLY like someone. Because after those cookies, there is no turning back.

Anyway I’ll keep you posted on all of that… as if you care. But let’s pretend you do, because frankly I can’t just talk about tacos all day.

OH WAIT, yes I can…

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May
13

How was your weekend?

Of course… mine was delicious! I took the day off Friday to spend time with my mom; we had a fun lunch at Panera and got pedis. Then I spent the better part of the afternoon getting organized in preparation for a move. I have come to the conclusion that will never like packing things or getting rid of clothes.

On Saturday I had a fun date night at Borough in Minneapolis (more to come on that another time).

Yesterday was Mother’s Day; my family celebrated with a light brunch and they also forced me to make my best apple crisp. Afterwards I got in a beautiful 6 mile run, then dabbled in the kitchen a bit with some cooking. Some days there’s nothing better than doing exactly what your passionate about, you know? Grocery store runs, organizing my recipes, and photographing the end result always makes me feel a bit accomplished.

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Aug
07

This Summer I’ve discovered a lot of really good things.

Farmer’s markets. Romance. Gluten-free breads. Coconut flour. Trader Joe’s Fig Jam. Adorable red skinny jeans. Chocolate nut butters. Oatmeal pancakes. Tzatiki. California. Traveling. Writing. Letting go of inhibitions.

I have to say starting brand new has been the best experience yet; because what is life really without a little bit of adventure?

Or crazy weird (and delicious) grilled cheese sandwiches for that matter?

I enjoy living life as it comes. Mostly through food experiences. And let me tell you, raspberry jam is simply the best there is. Seriously grape jelly weirds me out. But maybe that’s because I’m used to seeing it in that creepy Welch’s squeezable container.

Are we on the same page here? Probably not, because I have no idea where I’m going with that. I really just wanted to tell you how much I love raspberry jam. I don’t think I could live a week without it.

…Or a week without looking at Ryan Lochte.

Oh, sorry. Back to the jam.

Raspberry jam is just this thing that goes perfectly with all the other good things in life… you know like cupcakes and whip cream or sandwiched in s’mores. Oh let’s be reminded that it’s the perfect topping for peanut butter pie.

Once I brought raspberry jam swirled-dark chocolate brownies over for a dinner party. They were really, really good. Apparently so good that the guy who ate them tried to ask me out on a date. That’s not a joke. The world is a weird, weird place sometimes.

Especially when you find out that raspberry brownies cast magical love spells.

I can contribute to the weirdness of the world I guess. I mean, I put raspberry jam, goat cheese and peaches in a sandwich, grilled it, then watched the Bachelor Pad.

Help?

Despite my weirdness, the sandwich was delightful. Tart goat cheese, raspberry jam, and bright ripe peaches made it the perfect quick summer meal. Because I realize that we can’t make salmon and pancakes everyday.

If you’re anything like me, half the time you want to bury your face in a bag of Sun Chips for lunch and save the other half for dinner. But let me tell you that I really do like this sandwich, it’s easy to pull together and full of bright fruity summer flavors.

WAIT… are you thinking what I’m thinking?

I hope so…

Crunchy Sun Chips in the sandwich?

Ohhhh yes!

Grilled Goat Cheese Sandwiches with Peaches + Raspberry Jam

Makes 1 sandwich (double for 2)

1 tablespoon good quality raspberry jam (preferably low in sugar)

2 ounces goat cheese, crumbled or spreadable kind

1 small peach, sliced

2 slices of good whole wheat sandwich bread (panini would be really good)

 

Directions

  1. Preheat a non-stick skillet over medium heat. Butter one side of the bread slices. Place one slice of bread butter side down on the pan. Add goat cheese and place peach slices on top. On other bread slice, spread raspberry jam on the side without the butter; place butter side up on top.
  2. Grill/Cook the sandwich for 4 minutes or until cheese begins to melt and the bread begins to turn golden brown. Flip the sandwich with a spatula and cook for another 2-4 minutes or until the bread golden brown on the opposite side and cheese is thoroughly melted. Remove from pan, cut in half and enjoy.

Notes

  • This can also be made with a sandwich maker, if desired.

Nov
28

Dear Flu,

I’d like to tell you that you are quite rude! Showing up on Thanksgiving uninvited… only you would do that.

I couldn’t sleep, eat, or even laugh. Drinking chicken broth and watching people eat pie isn’t a way to spend the holiday.

This is the second time you’ve tortured me on Turkey Day.  Mean.

I’m glad you are gone now. Please don’t ever come back, I’m begging you!

Thanks for your consideration.

Love,

Monique

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