Truthfully, there is a bit of a layered story behind this.
Now, I admit I am not an expert when it comes to Norwegian Christmas recipes, but I am told that Serinakaker are one such item in that category.
It sounds like, typically, they are topped with pearl sugar or chopped almonds.
I don’t eat a lot of nuts, so
I decided to drive and get pearl sugar one night. Except, I was sleepy and I did not want to walk through the cold after parking my car, so
I decided to use the the blue sanding sugar I bought a while ago, [because I like anything that sparkles in my favorite color] and I kept on driving past the pearl sugar store. Instead, I headed to the dollar-a-minute acupressure massage place I like, and I passed out afterward and slept for twelve hours.
Thus, these cookies are a tale of self-compassion. And also, they look like Smurf vaginas.
Sending you sparkles and compassion, if you need it.
& – I love you and
I know now that I will miss you.
Days will pass and I will think
of you, and I will be many things
for a time, but it will clear
as things do, and I will remember
the moment I last saw you
before all of it will arrive (and stay a while)
before passing, and I will think
how I wish I could be there
again to tell you back then
I love you
and I know now
that is the most important thing.
[Read: Make My Pecan Pie!!!!!]
Friends, I have excellent news. I woke up at 4:14am and I could not sleep again this morning (good news pending, wait for it). This has been happening for about a week, and I cannot yet confirm if Google is right, and I am encountering a spiritual or existential transformation. It certainly feels mundane.
Meanwhile, on the days when I do have to work early in the morning, my alarm meets me just in time for me to feel like I could just sleep forever. This time, I made y’all a gift. Here are a bunch of Thanksgiving-translatable QS recipes ALL. IN. ONE. PLACE. If only my sleep cycle could happen like that.
[But before I begin: make my pecan pie!!!!!]
Anyway, I’ll try my best Vanna White impression and showcase these Best-Ever Dirty Mashed Potatoes.
And don’t forget the Fig, Feta, and Scallion Cornbread.
Or, Honey Buttermilk Biscuits, if you’re feeling nostalgic.
Time for my signature hair flip: this Bourbon, Brown Butter, and Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie, though. [This is the one I mean! Make it!!!!!]
But, you could try these bb Brown Butter Tarts instead, I guess.
Also, this Red Potato Gratin with Thyme and Manchego is so good, I didn’t want to share my leftovers.
And, for the unconvinced Thanksgiving guest, I suggest Citrusy Cranberry Chutney with Golden Raisins and Tart Cherries. Unfortunately, I could not recreate the traditional can-shape. Sincerest apologies.
If you can’t do Roasted Carrots with Honey, Harissa, and Yogurt, I am unavailable. Good night.
For the extra Thanksgiving diner, my Apple-Asian Pear Pie with White Cheddar Crust and Bacon Streusel will do.
Or, Acorn Squash Bundt Cake, whose Honey Walnut Frosting I once ate out of a bowl.
Other great options:
love. thank you.
inhales and exhales thought consciously remembering
how easy love could arrive. how it meant something to thank you.
all of that, before
a ballon threatened to pop beneath your rib cage each time and you stopped even listening to your breath
and you couldn’t concentrate and suddenly it’s years later and here you are, recalling
love squeaks past the elephant on your chest and you don’t feel there’s enough air to let out thank you.
you start to wonder if this will last forever. you start to wonder when it will ever go away.
and then you remember why it is hard to accept that love would want to be there and why maybe you can’t believe you have to say thank you because it isn’t easy and that when all of it shifts you will have to embody those two things because you will have learned something useful and it dawns on you to ask,
what is it you are trying to tell me?
and it doesn’t answer right away, or it does, and you don’t speak the language yet [love], but this is a start [thank you]
even if you never get there, and your time is spent putting things in the wrong places (chocolate chips in pie crust and browned bits in butter and sea salt on sweet things and taking a slice for yourself before the big event)
it is coming
love. thank you.
You know, the best things I’ve encountered are unassuming. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Dirt-colored pie crust crumbling on its way to a plate.
I suppose I have seen many things go unplanned in one direction or another since we met.
[It’s been a long time.] And I was thinking-
perhaps a trip down Memory Lane will do us both some good.
Remember that time we had Colorful Kapusniak? That was tasty. And, Zucchini Pizza with Lemon and Chives. Crying. Also, when I drove around Minneapolis dropping off slices of Atlantic Beach Pie for everyone. Because priorities. See also: Warm Spaghetti Squash-ta Salad with Beurre Meunière, Tomatoes, and Feta. Dead. Ugh, and those zingy Quick Pickled Red Onions! And, remembering my dad with my Hibiscus Herbal Tea. Then, mending hearts with Lemon, Mint, and Rose Tea.
We’ve been through a lot together. I made this to celebrate, because surely
the only thing that can make brownies better (and I have done my research) is turning them into pie????
Buttery, crumbly, espresso-ed pie crust meets sea-salt topped, pecan-ed, fudge-y brownie goo. Slightly too much crust, like all pies ought to have. Sightly underdone in the middle, like all brownies ought to be. Because, we’ve been doing this thing for six years now, and I think we all know to do what we like.
thank you for following. Wishing you a future filled with less hate and more. pie.
love to you