Monday, June 21, 2010

Summer Time!

• The only activity you’re willing do in class is sign yearbooks.


• Long sleeves have been officially outlawed.

• You realize its time to get a new bathing suit.

• Bright colored nail polish begins to be replenished. (Sorry boys, you’ll have to think of something else).

• It’s forecasted to be eighty degrees and above everyday of the week.

• Your house becomes a poaching chamber.

• The fire pit gets cleaned out.

• Mommy breaks out the barbecue to renew some smokin grillin skillz.

• Evenings in the hammock, enjoying the fresh air and cool breeze becomes a ritual.

• You end up with tons of boysenberries.

When all of these things begin to occur, there’s only one conclusion to come to: Its summer time.

Summer is a time of relaxation. School is over for a couple months, every evening is beautiful, the fresh produce is great, and you can’t disagree with me with this one, some of the best dishes you have all year are during the summer. Come on now, you can’t disagree with me there. If you do, you’re leaving me a comment to enlighten me for any legitimate reasons why not.

Did you notice the last thing I listed? That may not pertain to you, but it does to me. Every year, our freezer becomes filled with bags, BAGS, of boysenberries.

If you want a smoothie, bust out some frozen berries, yogurt, and honey. Frosty cool goodness for the soul.

Or if you want a touch of flavor in your rice chex mix, slip on the slippers and pick a few off the vine.

What about pie? My mom and I were picking berries and apricots the other day. As we were heading back for the house she practically gave me a heart attack. No lie. My mother, Angie, mentioned making a pie. My mom! A pie!

You know when your brain isn’t familiar with something; it takes a few moments for your brain to process what ever it is? That’s what happened to me. I promise you. Even ask my mom... She saw me stop for a moment and the puzzled look on my face. AND today, she decided she wants to make a boysenberry cobbler! I, am, sooo extremely proud of her.

She said I could whip something up of my own. Bingo, my dear friend. I had a recipe for boysenberry tulips in the works. Is this great or what? Oh, ha, I know it is buddy.

You may be thinking “Tulips? Did she just say tulips?” Yes, indeed I did.

Have you ever been to the store, (well of course you have,) and seen a scrumptious little treat called an “Apple Blossom,” or a “Berry Blossom”? Very tasty. But, oh so glutenized. And dairyenized when you make it al-a-mode. Omgness, THAT is DEFINITELY how you do it. I will teach you the oh so magnificent ways of melty vanilla ice cream on top of hot fruit filled pastries.

There are two reasons why I’m calling them Tulips instead of Blossoms. One, I don’t want someone to come along one day and try to sue me for using their name, “Blossoms.” I could be over reacting. Two, it’s an opportunity to create something with a different visual presentation. How many pastries have you seen that resemble tulips? Point made.

Well, guess what?  As you can see, they didn't turn out to be tulips at all.  They're more what you would call a blob of pastry.  And one pretty pocket pastry sorta...thing.  But! I made it al-a-mode like I said I would.  But I'm not sharing it with you.  Sorry.  Well, actually I'm not sorry, because the recipe needs to be perfected.  I'm not too happy with the flour combo.  I'm not going to share anything that I feel wouldn't be approved by your taste buds.  That's just how I roll.

I had an awesome weekend though!
Day One, aka Friday:  Ultimate little person number one in my life, my sister, promoted from middle school!  Sniffle sniffle...so proud of her :').

Day Two: I drove my mom up to Chula Vista and we survived.  That was a joke.  I'm not a bad driver...at least I hope not.  Hey!  I'm getting my license on the sixth so that should tell you something! ;-)  I earned a little mula that night, babysitting.  Those kids are just so funny.  The oldest decided she wanted to make cookies.  Good ol' Betty Crocker.  Choices?  Chocochip and Peanut butter.  The youngest, decided he wanted to help.  They chose to combine the batters.  Peanut butter Chocochip cookies.  Not too shabby of an idea...  The youngest, who is EIGHT, "taste test" the batter and says, " Mmm delightful!"  I start to laugh and his response is, "What?  You've gotta let a man enjoy his cookies!"  Omg, those kids, I promise you, are a crack up!

Day Three: I drove my entire family up to Chula Vista.  And yes, we all lived...for the second time.  My uncle's girlfriend, as of yesterday it has been announced that she is his finance, taught me how to make Chile Rellenos.  I absolutely love her!  I'm happy for both of them <3.  Don't get mad at me!  Yes, forgot my camera AGAIN.  My relleno was dairy free.  My aunt hooked me up with Daiya.  This stuff is amazing.  The flavor and texture?  Up and out the roof.  So good.

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