tag: dairy free
August 6, 2012
This is another recipe from that party we threw. These are fantastically rich salty-sweet morsels that just happen to be gluten- and dairy-free. They stay chewy for days after they come out of the oven, and the crunchy flakes of salt contrast beautifully with the melty chocolate.
And seriously? There’s no creaming or melting or separating involved: just stir a bunch of ingredients together in a bowl, drop them on a cookie sheet, and add chocolate. This is the recipe for when you’re craving dessert and want it in your mouth ASAP.
August 3, 2012
Our dear expat friends Jules and Alex are leaving Paris for San Francisco, so Tim and I threw a little farewell gathering for them. It was fantastic seeing everyone and sending the couple off with one last hurrah.
Lovely Alex is gluten- and dairy-intolerant, so I wanted to make sure to have lots of snacks that she could enjoy. And you know, wrap anything in bacon and it’s going to be heavenly, right? These were quite popular — lots of eyes rolling back in heads and quiet moments alone in corners, just tasting and chewing.
July 25, 2012
Friends: if you are on le régime, I warn you to stop reading this right now. Because this? This is what nearly destroyed my fledgling considerations of going on a — oh, you know, lifestyle change.
Justification: popcorn is a whole grain. Rebuttal: oh who are you kidding, that’s a half cup of Nutella in there.
I think it’s okay, though. I’ve been eating just tiny bowls of it, like this. Moderation, right? I know if I put the whole huge bowl near me, it’s game over. And it’s so sweet and rich, just a few bites will do you. Not that anyone’s judging if you end up eating the whole bowl. We’ve all been there.
July 24, 2012
I’ve been feeling a little more than myself these days, friends. Let’s call it the Parisian fifteen. I mean, with all the wine, butter, and pastries that I’m constantly surrounded with, all of it superb, I more or less expected to get a bit more rubenesque during my time in France. Not to mention the fact that, despite walking more in this city, I’m still not quite as active as I was in LA. I used to go out to dance salsa at least twice a week. Now I’m lucky if I get to a club once every three weeks.
I’m okay with looking little rounder. My mother is always telling me I need to gain a few pounds anyway. But along with the lack of definition in the ab-area came this general feeling of unwellness — crankiness, headaches, a general feeling of blah in my body. I am not okay with feeling unfit.