Saturday, July 31, 2010

going to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches.

oh hello peach blueberry cobbler!
I spent a quiet evening in the kitchen with Bob Dylan, my stove and the juiciest, most delicious peaches from the Redlands farmers market. Of course I had no choice but to add blueberries and create a cobbler out of these.
Recipe with modifications:
For the fruit portion
- about 4 c. peaches (whatever that means, I sliced 4 large peaches into 16ths but used about 40 slices) pitted and sliced*
- 2 c. blueberries (I used frozen berries from Trader Joe's to save on costs and because they're freaking amazing)
-1/3 c. packed dark brown sugar
-2 tablespoons flour (I used whole wheat)
-2 tablespoons lemon juice (I forgot to add this, it's not necessary but will help ease the sweetness if you prefer a more tart taste)
-1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
-1/4 teaspoon salt

For the biscuit crust
-3/4 c. flour (again, whole wheat if you prefer)
-1/4 c. corn meal, yellow or white (I used yellow)**
-3 tablespoons dark brown sugar
-1 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
-1/4 teaspoon salt
-3 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into pieces for easy mixing
-1/2 c. buttermilk (I used soymilk because I had it)

Preheat oven to 425F. Arrange a layer of peaches with a cup of blueberries at the bottom of a 2-quart ovenproof dish or pan. Toss in the sugar, flour, lemon, cinnamon and salt. Add another layer of peaches and the other cup of berries.
Form the crust by mixing the flour, cornmeal, sugar, baking powder and salt. Toss in the butter and use a fork or pastry blend to get it chunky. Add the milk to form a tough that's sticky and thick.
Drop spoonfuls of the dough on top of the fruit filling. Do it haphazardly, it looks so much better when it's organic and not too smoothed out. The dough doesn't need to completely cover the fruit either. Bake for 20-25 mins (mine was about 17 mins though, oven variation). The crust should be golden-brown and the fruit juices should be bubbly. Let it cool and scoop into a bowl. Top with whip cream, vanilla bean ice cream, or sorbet! (You can even have it for breakfast with greek yogurt, cottage cheese or plain yogurt) Viola!
*You can peel the peaches to avoid that weird skin crust. Just cut an X on the bottom, dip the peach in boiling water for 30 seconds and the skins will slide off.
**To transform this into more of a cake, use a cornbread mix or even a yellow cake or angel food cake mix. Wanna be sinful? Brownie mix!

This recipe was an experiment and that's why it's so awesome. It's versatile and can fit any occasion or taste you're going for. This one is a traditional peach cobbler but I've also made a crust with half granola, half biscuit crust for added crunch.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

"i work long time, 4-hour, so tired."

Another day (in a row!) spent in the city with three of my favorite people. We started early (9am, after a night of three hours of sleep. ooowee!) and walked miles upon miles from Union Square to the piers for delicious tomato soup, then to Gihardelli Square for delicious chocolate and coffee, through Little Italy and almost China Town and back to Union Square again. We fail at bargaining but managed to save two whole dollars on a ring for me and hats for Mike and Erin. Just about collapsed of exhaustion on the BART home but when D rings for party crashing later that night, do I opt out and sleep? Of course not.

Friday, July 23, 2010

sexy train station.

I wasn't aware of S's fondness for train stations..."What? Well, I guess that train station is sexy..." Turns out if was a joke from junior year of high school. Good to know I'm still as sharp as a butter knife.
We walked the route we will be running for our half-marathon in October and ate dinner as well. Lovely evening out in a city I love with a roommate/friend I love.

Monday, July 19, 2010

the cruz.

weekend in santa cruz: traffic, heat, overheated car, heater, 99 cent store parking lot, overheated car, phone calls to male friends, all women should know about cars, Peet's, SC finally, this (above) little cutie, thai food, party, mixed drinks, we shouldn't kiss we're friends, opps oh well, should we again?, dance, okay kiss, sleep, early walk, coffee, grocery shopping, cupcakes, water for car, berkeley, overheated car, fuck you car.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

my life, as a sitcom.

*disclaimer: i'll begin by saying that i in no way intend to be offensive, though it's really really hard to be PC in this one.
so after my marina run, friday continued to be awesome and after a brief social interaction with a friend, i spent most of the day reading in willard park where i ended up falling asleep and waking up significantly darker. i ate a delicious meal and then wandered down to a nail spa for a pedicure. afterwards i went to memorial glade to read more when the following event transpired.
*mentally challenged guy in a motorized wheel chair rolls up: hi, can i talk to you?
me, removing sunglasses and looking up from book: um, yeah sure. how are you?
guy: good. what's your name? can i ask you something?
me: aubrey, of course. are you okay?
guy (whispering): yes. can i shake your hand?
me: oh, okay.
guy, rolls closer and extends hand
me, shakes his left hand awkwardly with my right, reluctantly.
guy (still whispering): can i ask you something?
me (sort of annoyed): what?? i can't hear you.
guy (still whispering): can we be friends?
me: sure... (out of reluctance again, i put sunglasses back on & begin fumbling with my phone like i have someone to talk to)
guy (still whispering): can i tell you something?
me (more annoyed, thinking of an escape plan): uhh, i still can't hear you....
guy (reg. voice): can i tell you something?
me: yes.
guy (whispering): my friend died
this is when he begins to cry, FAKELY
me: oh, i'm really sorry to hear that.
guy (whispering again, fucking hell): can i ask you something?
guy (rolls his moto-chair closer): will you be my girlfriend?
WTF, terrified at this point, me: i..i..i'm really busy. (i go back to reading)
guy, tells me more stupid things while i continue to ignore him, then after a few minutes: well, bye.

i watch him roll away and try to talk to other people who mostly ignore him. then all of the sudden, he rolls back my way! (as seen in picture, behind the tree) this is when i make a dick move by quickly gathering my belongings and making a mad dash far far away from the grass area. crisis averted, though this goes down as the only action i've received all summer.**

** not really, but the most long-lasting...? most significant...? but seriously, why me god? i started going to church again last week in case you didn't notice.

Friday, July 16, 2010

fridays are the new saturdays.

Time: 6 am
Place: Berkeley Marina
I've completely embraced my three-day weekends. After four busy weekdays I am exhausted come Friday (actually Thursday night). But today I got up at 5:30 am and took a nice little run to the marina. 12-miles total.
Note to self: Dressing promiscuous and running will cause creepy men to stare. no. matter. what.

Friday, July 9, 2010