Rainbow Cookie Macaroons (Kosher for Passover)
Ok, so… For my own conscience, I should probably come clean about something right off the bat.
*DEEP INHALE* Ihaven’tkeptkosherforPassoversincebeforemyBatMitzvahwhichwasin2005. THERE, I ADMITTED IT. *catches breath*
I’M SORRY!!! I may have a biblical name, but by all accounts, I am as Jew-ISH as they come. That said though, I am very devoted to the traditions I grew up with, with food being very high at the top of that list (duh).
On Passover – as is true for a lot of Jewish holidays – we celebrate our people’s freedom and perseverance by recalling bad stuff that happened to them and then eating a giant meal. First, we sit around a seder table for *hours* nibbling raw horseradish, salty parsley, dry unleavened bread, and hockey pucks made of fish. THEN, after we feel sufficiently grateful (or maybe just hangry?), we stuff our face with delicious brisket and matzo ball soup.
As a whole though, Passover food is underrated in my opinion (gefilte fish notwithstanding 🤢).
Charoset? Low key slaps. Why don’t we eat it all year?
Manischewitz? IYKYK. (P.S. Have you ever seen someone try Manischewitz for the first time? It’s hilarious.)
Matzo? Pretty bland by itself, but a great vehicle for pretty much anything. Also, matzo farfel is superior to most other hot cereals. Don’t @ me.
AND, those chocolate covered jelly rings?!? Everyone hates them but me. The more the merrier, I say!
(All this, and yet I can’t give up pasta for 8 freakin’ days… But it’s what it is.)
Pear and Honeyed Goat Cheese Galette (Grain Free)
I might be the worst food blogger ever.
OK, that’s dramatic. It has been three months since my last post though, which might be a new personal record of negligence (*sobs quietly into pillow*), but I’M BACK! It feels so good to be posting a recipe again after taking some time off to get settled into my new program. This first semester at Juilliard Historical Performance, aside from being completely surreal , has FLOWN by. Between performances, lessons, gigs, being a hashtagpracticehermit, academic courses, and life in general, I’ve been a busy bee. In the last few weeks alone, my HP friends and I have performed on the radio, played for a live-streamed master class, finished a series of concerts in Boston and NYC, and are now gearing up for our tour to Holland (!) in a few weeks. I can’t believe that, at least for now, this is the new normal.
Mini Apple Crisps (Vegan/GF)
sum•mer (n): the existential struggle between wanting to be in shape and wanting to shove ALL THE FOOD INTO YOUR FACE
You know the feeling. Summertime finally hits, and you’re ready to hit the beach and show off that bod you’ve been working on. But two weeks in, you’ve had a few too many margs and entirely too many s’mores and then you realize you haven’t even hit the vacation part of your summer vacation yet and you’re like “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN” and then you end up eating more s’mores and it’s all just kind of a mess.
I know this feeling well. A week ago, I got back from spending over two weeks in San Francisco (um, hi, TONS of amazing food) at the American Bach Soloists Academy. It was a wonderful experience, but I definitely ate WAY too much. As in, I literally ate ice cream every day. And I mean literally, literally.
Persimmon Upside-Down Yogurt Cheesecake
“I received free samples of siggi’s yogurt mentioned in this post. By posting this recipe I am entering a recipe contest sponsored by siggi’s yogurt and am eligible to win prizes associated with the contest. I was not compensated for my time.”
We’re less than two weeks away from Thanksgiving, and each year, this season brings up a ton of family memories for me. For whatever reason, the thought of shoveling all manner of carbs into my face whilst making dinner-table-inappropriate jokes with my cousins at the kids table (which I know I’m going to be at for ~10 more years at least, and am totally fine with) just screams NOSTALGIA… Ya know? It’s a natural human instinct. But for me, these memories can come flooding in at LITERALLY any given moment once November hits. Take for example, the other day, while I was buying a bag of persimmons.
When I was a kid and I used to go over to my grandparents’ house, my grandma and I would draw pictures together. One day we were drawing various fruits and veggies, putting faces on them, and giving them names. All the usual suspects were there: Broccoli Rob (GET IT?!), Tommy Tomato, Apple Anne, etc. But then I said to my grandma, “What about PERSIMMON PATRICK?” She looked at me surprised and slightly impressed, like, do you actually even know what a persimmon IS, seven-year-old Sarah? No, Grandma. No I did not.
In fact, I didn’t know what a persimmon was until college. I found one in the grocery store and tried it thinking it was going to be like a tomato. I was so deliciously, delightfully, beautifully wrong – persimmons are sweet, juicy, and just taste like autumn. Sorry that’s not more eloquent.
PB&J Donuts
Donuts are my kryptonite. There are very few things in this world that make me forget that I have self control, and donuts are pretty much all of them.
I usually avoid them for this reason, but while on Spring break earlier this month visiting my cousins in North Carolina, I decided to treat myself to a toasted amaretto donut. Yes, it was as good as it sounds. And in those few, all-too-short minutes of edible bliss, I fell head-over-heels. Of course, the honeymoon was short lived, because I came sugar-crashing back to reality almost instantly. But it was worth it.
