It’s always been my belief that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I know there are a lot of you who wholeheartedly disagree with that sentiment (my husband is with you) (though that doesn’t stop me from forcing him to eat breakfast nearly every morning) because you’ve gotten along just fine drinking coffee and OJ for the past five years, thank you. But for me, the difference between how I feel when I eat breakfast and when I don’t is night and day. And there’s a part of me that kind of thinks that holds true for everyone.. to some extent, at least.
Today we’re making coconut yogurt, from scratch. And – lucky for you – because I’m insanely indecisive, I’m giving you two recipes: one that’s a bit lighter and thickened with universal pectin and another that’s hella rich and contains only three ingredients: (guar gum-free) full fat coconut milk, pure maple syrup, and some good ol’ fermentation-promoting bacteria.
To say these recipes have been a long time coming would be an understatement. I’ve been working on them since this past April and, as of Saturday, I’ve tested 37 different versions.. and wound up with two that I liked enough to share here. I’ve learned what I like (guar gum-free coconut milk, maple syrup, etc.) and what I don’t (cooked tapioca, store bought-starters, etc.), and now I’m here to share my yogurt-making knowledge so that you can confidently venture into your kitchen and whip up some coconut yogurt, too. Continue Reading
I’ve put off writing this post for weeks. Months. Because, for the life of me, I can’t remember the stories I wanted to share from our time on the Salkantay trail; the ones I thought, if documented and sewn together properly, would make for an entertaining (and lighthearted) narrative about our time in the Andes. But because the last thing I wanted to do was journal on my iPhone for an hour each night of the trek, I convinced myself that if I spent just a few moments taking detailed notes at the end of each day, everything would rush back to me when we got home. But it didn’t. Because once we got back we were barely unpacked before taking off for India. And once we got home from India, I spent the next two months trying to digest everything that happened there while also tending to a husband who developed a pretty gnarly case of dengue fever.
This post was created in partnership with North American Pulses.
When we were visiting Stockholm last summer, there was a Levantine restaurant located just two blocks from our Airbnb. We ate there three times in five days, I think. And although we really wanted to try Falafelbaren – the place that came highly recommended from two of my favorite (Stockholm-based) food bloggers, David and Luise – we just couldn’t quit the convenience of the falafel-slinging establishment that was literally a two minute walk away (ok, three if you count the time it took us to race down five flights of stairs). While the falafel itself wasn’t anything worth writing home about, the restaurant had the dreamiest of mini-salad bars that took my giant plate of hummus and deep-fried falafel up about five notches.. and was the main reason I kept dragging Thom back for more. Continue Reading