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Strawberries & Cream Icebox Bars

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5.05.13 by sarah

strawberries & cream bars

On any given spring day, I would normally advocate for eating fruit as-is. Especially strawberries — they are so sweet and pretty to begin with… so why mess with that?

On the other hand, strawberries were my favorite fruit growing up. I ate strawberry-flavored everything. Ice cream, frosting, cupcakes, you name it. It didn’t matter if they were real or artificial. I loved the flavor, and I loved that they turned everything pink.

Can you blame me?

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strawberries & cream bars

I’ve gone through a transition over time, as we all have. I not only want to fit into my clothes, but I’ve wanted to eat more healthily. Fruit has enough sugar, right?

Well, on this Sunday Funday, we’re just going to take strawberries to the next level.

I found this recipe on Pinterest a while back, and I’ve been itching to make it ever since. I found that there was not nearly enough crumbles to make both the bottom and the top crusts, so I’ve doubled those measurements here.

strawberries & cream bars

strawberries & cream bars

strawberries & cream bars

strawberries & cream bars

Strawberries & Cream Icebox Bars, via Pip & Ebby

1/2 cup pecans, toaste
8 whole gram crackers, broken into pieces
1 cup butter, melted
2 cup flour
2/3 cup brown sugar

2 egg whites
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup whipping cream
Juice from 1 lemon
4 oz. cream cheese
2 cups diced strawberries

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.

In a food processor, combine the pecans and graham crackers. Pulse-grind until uniformly mixed in a pretty, crumbly mix. Then, transfer to a large mixing bowl with the melted butter, flour and brown sugar. Mix with a fork, and spread out onto a parchment paper-lined baking sheet. Pat down with your fingers to make one giant cookie (you’ll be crumbling this later). Try to keep it about 1/4 to 1/2-an inch thick.

Bake for 15 minutes, and remove to cool. Crumble into a bowl.

In your stand mixer, beat the egg whites until you have soft peaks. Then, gradually add the sugar and heavy cream. Beat for another 4 minutes, until the mixture is light. Beat in the lemon juice and cream cheese until evenly mixed, and then fold in the strawberries.

Line a 9×13 cake pan with parchment paper. Spread half of your cookie crumbles into the pan, coating the surface evenly. Then, pour your strawberries and cream mixture on top of the crust, using a spatula to spread the cream all the way to the edges. Sprinkle the remaining crumbs over the top, coating the cream entirely.

Let freeze for AT LEAST four hours, but preferably overnight. When fully frozen, slice with a very sharp knife, and wrap individually with plastic wrap or parchment paper. Distribute to your friends on a pretty spring day.

GUEST POST: Abuelita’s Chilaquiles

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5.03.13 by Shaeda Ahmadi

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Sarah made the mistake of inviting me back for another post.  If you’re stumped about what to serve at that Cinco de Mayo brunch, give this puppy a shot.  They go just wonderfully with a cold Corona, or refreshing margarita.

My abuelita Josefina has the most beautiful hands.

Her fingers are long and agile; now that she’s older, they curl inward on their own, as if they’re waiting to catch something. She has perfectly oval nail beds. I remember them as a child always painted a fiery red or a delicate rose, but nothing in between. These hands are somehow, miraculous, wrinkle-free. I have no idea how she’s managed it, but as the rest of her body has given in to time, her hands remain unblemished.

One of my favorite dishes growing up (and now, if I’m being completely honest here), was my grandmother’s chilaquiles. There’s something to this day about the smell of frying bacon and the sight of cotija cheese that makes my stomach rumble for the past. Whenever my mother and I discuss details of an upcoming sojourn to California, she always asks me the same question: “Tatis wants to know if you want chilaquiles. Well?”

Of course I do. Wouldn’t you?

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Chilaquiles are the ultimate Mexican comfort food. You can them on brunch menus, hidden away as one tapa among dozen. They can be served in a red or green chile-based sauce, but the main elements never change. Fried tortillas, salsa, diced onions, and cheese. I order them nearly every time I see them on the menu, my taste buds longing for a taste of home. And I am nearly always disappointed when that first bite reaches my lips. The sauce may have no flavor; the plate may be so overloaded with condiments that my dish resembles a nacho platter. I’m starting to realize that I need to just concede defeat here. Nothing will be quite like Tatis’ chilaquiles.  It’s high time I started making them myself.

During my last visit, I stood over at her shoulder in the tiny kitchen she lords over, watching her movements like a hawk. I tried to take stock of her movements, pinpoint when exactly she began to make a well amid the pile of crunchy tortilla strips to saute the onions, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her hands.

They were shaking. Very subtly, but the tremor was there.

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In that moment, my heart sank. We’ve known for some time that her nervous system has been dancing on the edge of Parkinson’s, but this was the first time I’d see it take a hold of her body. Gone were the sturdy, capable fingers that held my hand as we walked to school, or pulled my thick hair into a tight bun on the top of my head. (My hairline receded a full inch the year my grandmother lived with us. It’s grown back, thankfully, but neither my school pictures or elephant memory have forgotten.) Where were those hands now? The hands of a seamstress, who worked in a cramped factory seven days a week to help feed her family; the hands of mother, hand washing diapers to dry on a line.

She asked me to pass her the onions, so I did.

As her voice pulled me back into the present, I held out my plate and watched her deftly pile the chilaquiles high. Our arms brushed, for just a moment, and she smiled proudly. Look at those beauties, she said, motioning to my hands. You get those from me, you know.

Ojala, I thought. God willing.

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Abuelita’s Chilaquiles*

*A quick note about chiles. When I finally got instructions from my mother after weeks of harassment, she sent me back an ingredient list that called for “three red peppers (the skinny ones).” Helpful, right? After some investigating and a conversation with my aunt, I can safely say that Tatis normally uses chile de arbol, a dried chili that is usually readily found at your local grocer. Any combination of chiles you’d like to use will do just fine.

6 slices of thick cut bacon
1 package corn tortillas
2 whole red tomatoes
2 medium sized tomatillos
3 red jalapeños
1 thai chili
1 15 oz can of tomato sauce
2 cloves garlic
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon dried oregano
1/4 cup white onion, finely diced + extra for garnish
Cotija cheese
optional: one fried egg

Cut your tortilla into strips, then again to form squares. Leave out at room temperature for at least a day, allowing them to become stale. Fry the bacon in batches until well done; set the pieces aside on a paper towel to trade, and reserve the grease.

In an oven heated to 350 degrees, bake the tomatillos on a baking sheet for ten minutes or until soft to the touch. While our green friends sizzle away, finely chop the jalapeños and thai chili, keeping as many of the seeds (and the heat) as you can muster. Roughly chop the baked tomatillo and tomatoes.

In a medium saucepan on medium heat, bring the tomato, tomatillos and chili to a boil. Cook for 10 to 15 minutes, until the tomato pulp falls apart and the jalapeno become slightly aromatic. Add oregano, salt and tomato sauce and cook for another 5 minutes. Throw the whole thing into a blender with the garlic cloves, or puree with an immersion blender. Set aside.

Reheat your preserved bacon grease over medium-high heat. When hot, add the tortilla squares in batches and fry until each is perfectly crispy. Form a well in the center of the pan to saute your onions for 2 – 3 minutes. Add sauce to the pan, coating thoroughly, and cook for two more minutes.

Serve with a healthy serving of cotija cheese, crumbled up bacon, and diced onion. A fried egg on top will do nicely also, but you won’t miss it.

Chicken Marsala + a Birthday Giveaway!

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5.02.13 by sarah

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Today, reader, I’m 26.

Hitting the second half of my twenties, unlike all of the previous birthdays, has me thinking about the next five years more than anything. The big 3-0 used to be something that you’d see twenty-somethings dreading. But not this girl.

When I was younger, I noticed a recurring theme on sitcoms and in dreaded sentiments from older people on birthdays — people complaining about age. And once, on my dad’s birthday, I asked him if he hated getting older, too.

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His response was different. He told me that age was an accomplishment. And we should be proud of every year we live.

It was a great shift from the general “I hate birthdays” and “oh no, wrinkles” grumbles. Or the classic response from teachers and relatives when I’d talk about the excitement of getting older and growing up: “Oh, honey, you’ll get over that. That will change.”

Nope, I still get excited about birthdays. And you know what? The years only get better and better. Each and every year, each and every candle makes me happy about the life I live, the people I love, and amazing world I wake up to every morning.

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Today, I’m celebrating my birthday by setting up a giveaway for you! I’ve been pretty obsessed with Knork flatware for the past two years — my former roommate and amazing friend Kristen introduced me to the brand when she first moved into her own apartment. And since then, I knew that I would want a set for myself when I moved into my own place.

The Knork concept that I love is that just one utensil blends the function of a knife and a fork into one beautiful design. My own mother taught me to cut food with the edge of a fork, so I’ve been doing this for years, but Knork takes it to the next level — the edges of the forks are beveled, making it easier to cut your food. They have finishes in both glossy and matte brushed silver (if they ever get a line of gold flatware, I’ll be first in line).

I’ve already had people over for dinner parties and explained the brilliance of the flatware to my friends. The general reaction is “but isn’t that dangerous? Will I cut myself on the edge of the fork?”

Come on, friends. They’re not that sharp — if you’re dining on a hearty steak, then you’ll probably need a knife, too. But the Knorks were exactly what I needed to enjoy this plate of chicken marsala.

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So, like the communications professional I am, I stalked them online and got in contact with their communications team — and Knork will be sponsoring a 20-piece flatware set for the winner of this contest!

To enter, check out Knork’s pretty flatware selections on Knork.net, and leave a comment below — be sure to let me know which finish (matte or shiny) of the flatware you’d be interested in!

One week from today, I’ll use a random generator to select a winner — and we’ll get in contact so I can forward your information to the folks at Knork, who will promptly send your flatware set!

I honestly can’t think of a better way to celebrate my birthday with you via Sweetsonian. Good luck!

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Chicken Marsala for two

2 cups chicken broth
1 shallot, minced
5 tablespoons butter, unsalted
1 package cremini mushrooms, sliced
A few sprigs of fresh sage, leaves julienned
All-purpose flour, for dredging
4 thin-sliced chicken breast halves (or two breasts pounded thin with a hammer)
3/4 cup dry Marsala wine
1/3 cup heavy cream
Juice from 1 lemon

In a small saucepan, bring your chicken broth to a boil. Let it reduce to about half it’s original volume.

Heat a cast iron skillet over medium heat, and melt about 3 tablespoons of the butter. Then, saute the minced shallot until brown — this should take just a minute or two. Add mushrooms, and sprinkle with sage, salt, and pepper for seasoning. Cook over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally, letting the mushrooms sweat a bit to give some liquid to the pan. It should take about 10 minutes for the mushrooms to brown. Once they do, transfer the contents of the skillet to a bowl and set aside.

Pat the chicken breasts dry, season with salt and pepper, and then dredge in flour. You don’t need a lot of flour — just a light coating is sufficient. Heat a tablespoon of butter in the skillet, and saute the chicken. Do not crowd the pan, or else the chicken will not brown. Flip the chicken once, when it turns golden and is clear that it’s cooked halfway through. Repeat with each side and each slice of chicken.

Once cooked, remove each slice of chicken and set aside.

Then, add about 1/2 cup of the Marsala wine to the skillet and bring to a boil, using a wooden spoon to scrape up the brown bits from the bottom of the skillet. Then, add your broth, mushrooms, shallots, and heavy cream. Stir occasionally and let the broth thicken a little — it should only take a few minutes. Then, stir in the remainder of the wine, and a few squeezes of juice from a lemon.

Plate your chicken, and generously top with your mushrooms and marsala sauce. Garnish with remaining sage.

French Onion Grilled Cheese

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5.01.13 by sarah

French Onion Grilled Cheese

In the past few months, I’ve found myself in a few situations where I’m surrounded by kids.

The first instance was back in January, when Kristen asked me to give a presentation at her students’ career day. That was an absolute blast — I was unbelievably nervous, but I brought a ton of freebies from the Department of Energy (lunch bags, bookmarks, the whole shebang) and I even attended the 8th graders’ English class with them. They’re reading Lord of the Flies. Does that bring back memories?

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There have been a few instances in my own office building that have called for a last-minute chat with kids about career options. Today, I got to chat with two groups of high school students from a technical high school in DC about working in STEM — and how you don’t have to be a scientist or an engineer to work in STEM. I make art. High-functioning, scientific and useful art.

Design is a lovely thing.

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And tomorrow, I’m starting a mentorship program with a high school student. Tomorrow, well, tomorrow is my birthday. I can’t think of a better way to spend it.

Thanks for letting me share these moments with you. And to accompany the flashbacks all this talk of teenagers might have spurred, enjoy this grown-up grilled cheese sandwich (also on the cheeseboard sent to me by Rochelle from yesterday’s post).

Hope your humpday is moving along quickly.

French Onion Grilled Cheese

French Onion Grilled Cheese, inspired by the adorable Joy the Baker

Four slices of a good, firm sourdough bread (I keep softer sourdough in the freezer, which also works)
2 or 3 medium-sized yellow onions, sliced
1/4 cup heavy cream
1 cup shredded or sliced gruyere cheese
A few sage leaves, sliced
Butter. Mmm… buddah.
Salt & pepper to taste

Well, grilled cheese, we meet again. Let’s take it up a notch.

I can’t go through sourdough bread fast enough (thanks for nothing, diet), so if I have it in the house, I keep it in the freezer. I recommend that tactic, because I actually like grilled cheese sandwiches made from frozen bread better. Something about the temperature and the way the cheese melts into it.

ANYWAY. Heat a skillet on high until the pan is hot — so hot that you can only hold your hand over it for about 4 or 5 seconds before recoiling. Then, turn the heat down to medium. Add your sliced onions, and drizzle with a bit of butter. Stir constantly. After the onions turn translucent, the edges will start to brown — this should take about 5 to 7 minutes. When burnt bits start to collect at the bottom, pour in your 1/4 cup of heavy cream (yes, we are caramelizing onions in heavy cream). Season with salt, pepper and sage. Keep stirring, and cook over medium-high heat until the onions actually turn to a caramel color. This should take another 15 minutes or so. Longer if you want them really caramelized.

Scrape the bottom of the skillet, and transfer the onions to a bowl. Reduce your heat to low. Butter both sides of each slice of bread, and shred or slice your gruyere. Place one slice of bread on the skillet, then layer it with cheese, then pile on the caramelized onions, and then top with another slice of bread. Make sure your heat is on low — you want a slow cook.

I gave them about 7 minutes per side, which gave the sandwich just the right color and melted the cheese into the holes of the sourdough bread.

It’s a favorite of mine.

Love your work: Primitive Reserve

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4.30.13 by sarah

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Today, I’d like to try something different. I’d like to introduce you all to a friend of mine — Rochelle and I went to UC Santa Barbara together, and I unfortunately transferred schools before I realized how amazingly talented and creative she is. But even if I did realize it back then, I probably wouldn’t have appreciated her creativity as much as I do in this very moment, naturally because we were both in very different places in our lives six or seven years ago.

One of my closest friends encouraged me to reach out to her because we had both transformed our hobbies into our jobs — and we share the passion that comes with absolutely loving everything about your job. If you’ve been reading for a while, you’ve surely followed my journey as someone chasing a dream. I couldn’t help but share Rochelle’s story with you.

So, ladies and gents, this is Rochelle, and her handmade woodworking business based out of her home in Los Angeles. Her cheese boards honestly do make the perfect gift (and start around $48), so with Mother’s Day and Father’s Day coming up, I strongly encourage you all to check out her beautiful website and her Etsy shop. And, if you enjoy the creative process in all of its glory as much as I do, follow her on Instagram @primitivereserve. She sent me the beautiful cheese board you see in these photos — and you’ll be sure to see it in many more recipes, as I was instantly smitten with how it turned out in photos!

Goat Cheese and Jalapeño Pop Tart recipe – after the jump.

Rochelle Chavez

Full Name: Rochelle Chavez

Age: 27
When you started Primitive Reserve: October 2012

Educational background, work experience highlights: B.A. in Theater with a concentration in design from The University of California Santa Barbara and a M.F.A. in Production Design from The American Film Institute. Since graduating I’ve used my degrees in themed entertainment, interior design and now woodworking. Beyond Primitive Reserve I also work as an art director for a themed entertainment company.

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Take us on a quick career bio. What’s the story behind Primitive Reserve? What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned about yourself, or about your work in general?

I started Primitive Reserve as a small side project to get my mind off of my day job as an art director. Spending my day behind a desk made me miss sketching designs and making products with my own hands. I started to draw different concepts from furniture to housewares, made a few miniature wood mock ups and eventually began to build my designs at full scale. Let’s just say I’ve been addicted to this handmade lifestyle ever since.

Learning more about myself/work in this process:

I immediately realized how much I love to create things from start to finish, the concept phase just isn’t enough anymore. I need to draw something and then make it a reality in order to get my creative fill.

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How did you discover your passion for woodworking? What made you want to turn something you loved into your career?

I was always busy building sets and props in school. I love working with my hands and am incredibly happy when I can make things that others can appreciate, so woodworking has been a natural progression for me.

Do you have a career highlight yet?

Nina Garcia complimented my woodwork recently at the Rose Bowl Flea Market in Pasadena. I love her editorial work and should have been paying her the compliments, it was an unexpected and exciting moment for me.

Five years forward: Where do you see yourself and your business? In five years, I see myself creating more and enjoying a relaxed lifestyle, perhaps on a small farm with a little woodshop. The ultimate goal is for Primitive Reserve to become my full time job creating what I want and hoping others enjoy it as well.

Five years back: Where were you five years ago, and what advice would you have given yourself back then? Five years ago I was in my last year of undergrad at UC Santa Barbara. Advice for my younger self: “Let go of expectations! Things don’t always turn out as planned and you will love it.”

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Goat Cheese and Jalapeño Pop Tarts  (more…)

GUEST POST: Humpday Chocolate Cookies

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4.24.13 by Shaeda Ahmadi

Humpday Chocolate Cookies

Sous chef Shaeda, here. I’ve been sharing the same mixers and cutting boards with Sarah for a couple of weeks now, and when it came time to whip up some magic in the kitchen I knew exactly what we needed. And how.

It’s just one of those weeks.

There is a sense of heaviness to the air that isn’t normally here this time of year. Winter has been clinging to DC, as of late. The weight of my green wool coat has been replaced by something entirely different, but still present. It’s the feel of a firm palm, gently pressing down onto my shoulders.

It’s spring here, though. Finally.

Nothing is quite the way it’s supposed to be. You know what I mean. The type of week where you long for Friday so much you can taste the anticipation in the back of your mouth. Nothing went quite the way I wanted it to from the moment I opened my eyes on Monday. After an impromptu but much needed trip to the West Coast, jet lag and hours of travel got the best of me. I woke up late, and from that very moment seemed to just escape falling into that weekly rhythm. Left my carefully-packed lunch sitting on the marble counter; neglected to include the address on an itinerary I swore I’d meticulously checked over and over.

After the events in Boston last week, we received an all-too-real reminder of how short and fleeting life is. It’s very easy to get swept up in the day-to-day minutia, to forget that each breath is a gift, not a right. The sudden loss this week of someone dear to me has punctuated that fact to me.

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As a child, I had this habit. When things weren’t particularly going the right way, I would turn into myself. I’m almost certain I wasn’t the first (or only) child to use this as a coping mechanism, but I would close my eyes and imagine myself somewhere wonderful. Some place where the air was fresh and full of hope.

As a adult, I’ve learned to keep my eyes open. Gone is the complacent dreamer of yesterday; she stands tall and proud. I’ve learned to confront my demons head on. If that’s not enough, if I still I feel that weight on my shoulder, I bake.

Humpday Chocolate Cookies

When I stepped into the kitchen this week, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I’d left the oven idle for too long. Whenever I feel remotely stressed or glum, I reach for this recipe. This recipe has watched me grow. It’s held my hand through stress, through heartbreak; its watched me blossom from an unsure eighteen and ushered me into the unknown. Over the years, its become my hallelujah, hail mary, and reason to breathe when life decides to give it me a little too hard, to dig just a bit too deep. This is something I can always do right.

Today will be a better day.  On this Wednesday, I hope you’ll join me and give this recipe a shot. The balance of decadent chocolate and coarse salt will give you that extra push to make it to Friday.  Try and limit yourself to eating just one–I dare you.

Humpday Chocolate Cookies

Humpday Chocolate Cookies, egregiously adapted from Martha Stewart

8 oz. semisweet chocolate, coarsely chopped
1 stick butter
3/4 teaspoon table salt
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
2/3 cup flour
1 and 1/3 cups brown sugar
1/3 cup white sugar
1 tsp vanilla extra
2 eggs
12 oz. chocolate chips of your choice
Sea salt for garnish (we used some Parisian grey salt)

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. In a microwave safe bowl, combine the butter and the coarsely-chopped chocolate. Heat in 20 second spurts, stirring well until chocolate is almost completely combined. In a small bowl, combine the flour, salt and baking powder; set aside.

Combine the sugars, eggs and vanilla extract in the bowl of standing mixer fitted with the paddle attachment (or with a whisk, if your arm muscles can manage it) on low speed until light and fluffy. Add the melted chocolate until just combined, and then mix in dry ingredients. Once the flour mixture has incorporated, stir in the chocolate chips with a wooden spoon.

On a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, scoop a heaping tablespoon of the dough. Take care not to crowd the pan, as these puppies will expand. Bake for 12-15 minutes, until the tops glisten and crack. Sprinkle with grey salt while cooling.  Note: you do not want these baked to a crisp. You’ll regret it.

One-Bowl Fudge Brownies

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4.23.13 by sarah

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These brownies didn’t last long at the office.

But let me tell you — they are sti-cky. So sticky that I had to freeze them overnight just to get them to cut relatively cleanly. But once you let them thaw, they just melt in your mouth. It’s a cross between brownies, fudge, and heaven.

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Last night, I had a few friends over for dinner. Some I see on the reg, but some I haven’t seen in what might have been months. It’s a shame how quickly time passes, sometimes.

I made these sandwiches, and the original plan was to picnic on the grass in Dupont Circle. But winter decided to make a comeback, so we decided to keep the dinner party inside.

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These brownies weren’t on the menu (because I baked and photographed them a week ago) but I felt the need to make this excuse to reiterate my love for the new apartment. What was on the menu for dessert, well, you’ll find out soon enough.

Short post today, as most of my creative juice is being vacuumed up by the never-ending craziness that comes with being the only graphics person at a government agency. The last-minute rush projects really do send me running out the door.

I hope your week is less crazy than mine is.

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One-Bowl Fudge Brownies, via Butter Me Up Brooklyn

3 ounces (85 grams) unsweetened chocolate, coarsely chopped
6 tablespoons (85 grams) unsalted butter, cut into small pieces
1/2 cup (100 grams) sugar
1/2 cup (110 grams) brown sugar, packed
2 eggs
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (62 grams) flour

Preheat oven to 350. Generously butter an 8×8 pan and line with two overlapping sheets of parchment paper. Butter the parchment and set aside.

In a heatproof bowl set over a pan of barely simmering water melt together the chocolate and butter, stirring occasionally, until smooth and completely melted. Turn off the heat and carefully remove the bowl (it will be hot!) from the pan of water and set it on a towel on your countertop.

Use a wooden spoon to stir in both sugars, then add the vanilla and salt and stir until combined. Add both eggs and mix until fully incorporated. Finally add the flour and stir vigorously until the batter is smooth and glossy.

Pour into the prepared pan and bake for 20-25 minutes. The brownies are done when a tester comes out with several crumbs attached (be sure to not overbake as a slightly underbaked brownie usually always wins). Let the brownies cool for several minutes then use the parchment to remove them from the pan. Slice n’ serve.

Portobello & Mushroom Crostini

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4.21.13 by sarah

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Something that I was terrified to write here was that, the day after I moved into my new apartment, I witnessed a crime that is so unfortunately common that many of you have probably fallen victim to something very similar.

Two Sundays ago, I was walking down Q Street NW after a Mad Men session with an old roommate (and now neighbor). I stopped by CVS to pick up some housing essentials, and started making my way home. When I was about halfway down my block, I saw someone across the street, being robbed with a gun pointed to his head.

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My immediate thought was “Shit. Please don’t take my laptop, because my entire year of design is on it.” Aside from the fact that I should probably have been thinking about other priorities, I saw exactly what was going on, and stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t decide what to do — keep walking? Turn around? What if he follows me?

Anyway, the robber ran away with a phone, a wallet, and a gun, and I called 911 as the victim ran towards me asking for help. I stayed with him for an hour or so to report the crime, and gave him my information in case he needed anything.

The point of this whole story being that these moments, when you fear for your life or for your belongings because you realize that you’re not safe — these moments are hopefully few and far between.

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This week, we’ve felt this feeling too much. The bombings in Boston not only break my heart, but make me angry. Who are these people who think they are so entitled to things that don’t belong to them? Wallets, phones, and lives. What makes a criminal think its okay to snatch something away — something that clearly has no value to them, but obviously means the world to someone else?

I hate it. And I know you do too.

I considered canceling my trip to New York this weekend in light of the events in Boston, partially in fear that the terrorism attacks would somehow find itself back in New York. But we can’t hold onto the anger or the bitterness. You cannot live your life in constant fear. We, as humans, seek comfort and resolution.

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I’m coming to terms with a fear that I’ve had my entire life — that there is no such thing as a “safe place.” It’s a depressing thought, but in the end, the chances of being wounded or killed by a gunshot are just as terrifying as the thought of being wounded or killed in a terrorist attack, and equally as terrifying as losing someone that we know or care about to any sort of circumstance. Each circumstance leaves us with a similar result: fear, and pain.

In the end, we all want the same thing: to live fulfilling lives surrounded by the people we love. In remembering that simple goal, I kept my itinerary to the city intact. I visited family, snuggled with friends, and spent too much money on handmade jewelry.

In the end, there’s no time for fear. We have lives to live. I hope you are all recovering from last week’s intense news cycle, and I hope you are making the most out of each and every day — because sometimes, it’s too easy to forget how important that is.

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Portobello and Goat Cheese Crostini

1 baguette
Old Bay seasoning
8 oz. goat cheese, room temperature
1/4 cup creme fraiche or heavy cream
1 medium onion
2-3 portobello mushrooms, sliced
Olive oil
Fresh thyme, 2-3 sprigs
Salt and pepper to taste

Slice your baguette into 1-inch disks, diagonally. Brush lightly with olive oil on both sides, then dust lightly with Old Bay seasoning. Place on a baking sheet and set aside.

Heat a cast iron skillet. Slice your onion as you please — I just cut it in half and sliced it into thin half-circles. Cook over medium heat with olive oil until translucent. Then, add in mushrooms and thyme sprigs, cooking until onions are dark and the mushrooms are soft.

Broil the baguette slices until toasted — then flip and toast the other sides. Remove from oven, and let cool slightly.

In a small bowl, use a hand blender or mixer to whip your goat cheese, mixing in the creme fraiche (or cream) until light and fluffy. Using a spatula, spread a dollop of goat cheese on each toast. Top with a few fresh thyme leaves, salt, pepper, and Old Bay.

Lemon Cream & Blueberry Tart

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4.17.13 by sarah

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Swamped at the day job, folks.

Here’s a great spring recipe for you to try this weekend.

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Lemon Cream & Blueberry Tart

135 g unsalted butter, cut into pieces
1.5 tablespoons olive oil
4.5 tablespoons water
3/8 tablespoons salt
225 g flour

8 oz. mascarpone cheese
1 cup greek yogurt
zest and juice of 1 lemon
1 cup powdered sugar
1 cup fresh blueberries (or any berry of your choice)

 

This tart dough recipe belongs to David Lebovitz — it’s by far the best crust recipe I’ve found. Ever. I also just adore the story behind it.

Let’s begin. Preheat your oven to 410 degrees.

In an oven-safe dish, combine the butter, olive oil, water, and salt. When the oven hits 410 degrees, place the dish with your crust ingredients in the oven for 15 minutes — everything will boil together. Then, carefully remove the contents, stir with a fork, and slowly add in your flour. BE CAREFUL. It might splatter.

Once combined, press your dough into your tart pan. I like crusts on the thicker side, but use your judgment. I trust you.

Spear the bottom of the dough with a fork, and bake your tart shell for 15 minutes, until it’s a nice golden brown. Then, let cool completely.

In a stand mixer (or using a hand mixer), whip the marscapone cheese with the Greek yogurt, and then slowly incorporate the powdered sugar. Whip in the lemon zest and lemon juice until smooth.

Using a spatula, transfer your lemon cream into the tart shell. Smooth out the top, and throw some blueberries on there.

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