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Arriving in Seattle

Arriving in Seattle

The stunning EMG building with photobomb by Space Needle

The stunning EMP building with photobomb by Space Needle

Leaves on Ground Retrospective:

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Oftentimes when I return from a trip, I need a vacation. The beautiful accumulation of sights and sounds, the wanderings and wonderings…it all tends to give me a travel hangover. My brain has been fogged over, compounded by a lingering head cold.

I came back from Seattle with memories of a very green-living city in the full bloom of fall. The trees! The leaves!! The people so fantastic!!! The men with beards so prolific!!!! I know you were hoping for a Bearded Men Retrospective, but I get kinda shy taking pictures of bearded strangers.

I also didn’t take one photo of anything I ate. No food porn to post. I have no regrets – except for the grilled goat cheese & tomato jam sandwich with tomato soup I had at Radiator Whiskey. It’s not the first time I’ve wanted to marry a food item and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

I was traveling with my friend GMoney (shout out to her street cred), who by the way, is a great photographer. Without her, I don’t think we would have found our way around as well as we did. If I were on my own, I would still be standing on that street corner after having gotten on the wrong bus. (I think in another life I was robbed by a circus clown while holding a map, staring at a fork in the road. Just a few of my fears rolled into one.)

Let’s return to something more pleasant, shall we?

Open Spaces, Peaceful Places, Quiet Moments aka Nature Will You Marry Me Gallery:

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GMoney at the Bloedel Reserve on Bainbridge Island

GMoney at the Bloedel Reserve on Bainbridge Island

Seattle Center

Seattle Center

I like visiting cities and feeling the excitement and energy in the air. I like getting the vibe of different neighborhoods. But I am clearly and definitively a country mouse who likes to rock ‘n roll once in a while. Travel has a great way of jumpstarting the brain with new activity. It blows the dust off those synapses and stretches them out like rubber bands. Feels good. It has inspired me to make a list of new places, near and far, that I want to explore with my boyfriend, Camera.

…i plan to propose soon…shhh…

I know it seems like I am a proposaholic, but I assure you, I am not. I do not have a problem.

Do you know if Coffee is seeing anyone right now?

 

The Day I Asked Butter to Marry Me

This is not a food blog.

I bake occasionally, yet have never felt moved to post anything about my clanking around in the kitchen. There are so many food bloggers out there sharing beautifully delicious information. Leave it to the professionals, right? I didn’t want to muck up the Internet with my measly offerings. Until this happened:

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Folks, I knew I had to blog about this as soon as I started browning the butter over the stove. It totally made me grumpy. Why do I have to brown this butter? Is it browning yet?? Now? Is it brown now?? Hey, it looks like it’s going to explode and splatter, leaving me with butter-filled boils on my arms!!!

And then, the butter bitch-slapped me and started getting groovy. And then, I wanted to guzzle it like ice cold beer on a hot day.

BrownButter, will you marry me?

Look!

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These Peach Cobbler Muffins were made from the Joy the Baker Cookbook. She doesn’t have the recipe on her blog, so BrownButter told me to type it out instead of grumping about it. BB also instructed me not to cut and paste from some other site. Respect the muffin. Anything you say, BB…sigh

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peach cobbler muffins

peach cobbler muffins
courtesy of joy wilson | joy the baker cookbook
makes 12 muffins

for the muffins:

1 ½ c all-purpose flour
½ c granulated sugar
¼ c packed brown sugar
1 ½ tsps baking powder
¾ tsp salt
½ tsp ground cinnamon
¼ tsp ground nutmeg
7 Tb (almost 1 stick) unsalted butter
1 large egg
1 large egg yolk
1/3 c milk
2 tsp pure vanilla extract
1 ¼ c diced peaches

for the topping:

3 Tb unsalted butter, cold
½ c all-purpose flour
¼ c packed brown sugar
Pinch of salt
Pinch of ground nutmeg
¼ tsp ground cinnamon

Place a rack in the upper third of the oven and preheat to 350 degrees F. Butter and flour a 12-cup muffin pan and set aside. You can also use cupcake papers for this recipe. 

To make the muffins: in a medium bowl, whisk together flour, sugars, baking powder, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg.

Place butter in a small saucepan, and melt until browned over medium heat. Remove from the heat and cool slightly.

In a medium bowl, whisk together egg, yolk, milk, and vanilla. While whisking, slowly drizzle in the warm butter, making sure to scrape any brown bits into the egg mixture as well. Whisk until well incorporated.

Add the milk mixture to the flour mixture all at once. Fold together with a spatula. Once no flour bits remain, fold in the diced peaches. Divide the batter between the muffin cups.

To make the topping: combine all the ingredients in a small bowl and blend together with your fingers until crumbly. Butter will be the size of oats and small pebbles. Divide the topping among the muffin cups on top of the batter.

Bake muffins for 15 to 18 minutes, or until a skewer inserted into the center of one of the muffins comes out clean. Remove from the oven and cool in the pan 20 minutes before removing. To remove, run a butter knife along the edges of the muffin pan and gently scoop out.

Muffins will last, well wrapped, at room temperature for up to 3 days.

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Those are the instructions, verbatim, and I followed them verbatim. The muffins took longer in my oven than the recipe stated, and unfortunately, I’m not sure how long I baked them. I did one of those “three, then two, then three more minutes” until I forgot the total time in the oven. But I know you’re smarter than me because you are at one with your oven and know its temperament well enough to outsmart it.

They turned out wonderfully. I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve already had two and plan to have another, warmed, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

By the way, BrownButter turned down my proposal. After all the typing I did, it said it just wanted to be “friends”.

With a heavy heart (and tummy), I carry on.