ALMOND COCONUT SWEET ROLLS

November 17, 2015 Posie Brien

This week: what sadness. Walking down the street on Friday night after watching the news, everything appeared out of place. Even my neighborhood looked strange. I felt disoriented and unmoored. When news like this hits, the abstract things you rely on—safety, order, logic—aren’t there when you reach out for them.

In these moments, it feels inappropriate to seek out joy. Reveling in the taste of buttercream frosting on moist cake, taking a photo of a warm loaf of bread, or discussing a recipe seems frivolous, unbefitting of the solemnity of the world.

SWEET POTATO ROLLS

November 4, 2015 Posie Brien

There's a mug of tea steaming on the windowsill to my left. It’s quiet in my apartment but cheerful noises from the street outside drift up through my open window on the warm breeze. Children shout from the school next door. A delivery truck rumbles past, then another. A far-away siren, the thump of trash cans hauled to the sidewalk, a girl giggling as she waits in the long line outside the bakery downstairs.

MUSHROOM & KALE FRITTATA

November 3, 2015 Posie Brien

Last night: New York City. At a bar in Tribeca, I drink two prickly pear margaritas in quick succession; the alcohol heightens my senses. I need food, and I step outside into the night to hail a cab.

Heading uptown: The streets rush past in a blur of neon lights. In mere minutes I speed past dozens of neighborhoods, hundreds of apartments, thousands of people.

WHISKEY SALTED CARAMEL CINNAMON ROLLS

October 29, 2015 Posie Brien

The weather lately feels like a moody teenager, swinging wildly between seasons: a hot, sunny morning one day then a raging rain storm lashing at my windows the next.

In Vermont last week, the air was crisp and cool to match the fall foliage. I drove home by way of the Hudson Valley, spending a few days with friends. I needed a wool hat to counter the chill; we spent the evenings outside in the hot tub, steam rising in the cold air, or camped out drinking wine around the outdoor fire pit. And yet today, buttery sun is pouring in through my windows. I wore a t-shirt to run in Central Park. The clock at Columbus Circle read 72 degrees at 10 AM.

A BRILLIANT TRICK FOR CLUMPY GRANOLA

October 6, 2015 Posie Brien

NEWS: major culinary breakthrough has been achieved. I've made clumpy, cluster-y granola without adding a bajillion sticks of butter or raw eggs or the like. The feeling of accomplishment and discovery I have at this moment is quite high, and I'd like to pass it on.

I realize that discovering a neat, easy way to make clumpier granola isn't exactly doing God's work or anything, but stick with me here. My granola trials and travails are long and varied, and this is an important development.

Eating and adventuring.

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