Sunday, August 25, 2013

Savory Pancakes

I don't know about you, but I have been LOVING this summer weather in Baltimore. It sounds like an oxymoron. Baltimore? Summer? Love? Usually I get excited for spring, I dread the heat of the summer, and I can't wait for fall. September is normally just an extension of summer. I scoff when I see cardigans and sweaters lining up in stores near the end of August. It's still shorts and tank tops, people!

Today, though, I actually chose to wear jeans. Last week at the evening farmers market, I wished for pants and a warm-ie! Can you believe it? Chilled in the middle of August as soon as the sun goes down. I was flabbergasted.

And by the way, my dear dad calls anything long-sleeved that's not a sweater a warm-ie. So do I.

It is a relief to have 70's and 60's at night, and just up to 90 or below during the day. Baking granola is not so unbearable, with those monstrous gas ovens in a hot kitchen. Setting up the market tent is a breeze, with barely a sweat on my brow. Sitting and chatting with customers is all about the beautiful day, instead of can-you-believe-how-humid-it-is? And. No bugs. Justin and I have eaten almost all of our dinners out back, on the deck, with the twinkle lights on, and never had to apply bug spray. Maybe I got two bug bites all together.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Triathlon


The alarm went off at 5 am. My first desire was to roll over and go back to sleep. Even though I had trained for this, I did not want to get out of bed. Evelyn woke up too, and faithful Justin went to shush her back to sleep. I roused myself and brushed my teeth. Pulling on my triathlon bathing suit and clothes felt strange in the early morning. I sat on the closed-lid toilet and put on my socks and shoes. It was a little surreal.


Downstairs, I turned on the coffee maker and started my typical pre-race breakfast of oatmeal, peanut butter, and banana. I poured my coffee and realized I had made it too weak. I hadn't been able to find my 1/8 cup scoop the night before, so I used a tablespoon scoop. Without thinking, I did two tablespoons, plus a bit more, for two cups of coffee. Way too weak. I didn't have time to make more, so I added some instant hot chocolate to the thin brew. It was just ok. I would have to wait until later in the day for a real cup of coffee.


Out the door at 6:05. Bike, helmet, swim goggles, snack, coconut water, regular water, towel, ID. I was ready! I pedaled over to the park. After crossing the street and turning right, I saw the shockingly pink sunrise over the little castle. I heard the music across the reservoir and knew it was a party I was invited to. I had trained for this. I was about to become one of "them": a triathlete.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Cultured Pancakes with Local Honey


On Wednesday, I bought a honeycomb.

There I was, selling granola at the farmers market, and right next to me were some beautiful honeycombs. The man was from Pennsylvania and had just started selling his honey. He came to the market to try it out, and sold quite a bit.

"How do you eat honeycomb?" I asked. He likes to smear it on toast or just eat it with a spoon. Within a week, Justin and I finished it off with spoons (and a couple of pancakes).


It was nothing like the general honey you buy at a general grocery store. Did you know some honey actually has corn syrup added to it? I was aghast when I discovered that.

I love to try different types of honey. Wildflower, orange blossom, buckwheat. The man who sold honey said his bees just go anywhere, and his honeys ranged from medium to dark. I chose the darkest I could find, and it tasted wild and complex.