I’ve gotta be honest: I struggle to make recipes that aren’t breakfast. We’ve talked about breakfast before. I love breakfast; I LIVE for breakfast; anything that isn’t breakfast is just a stepping stone on the way to my next breakfast. I’ve never understood people who go without eating breakfast. I’m like… aren’t you hungry and sad, though? Don’t you know what you’re missing?
Granola and I go way back. Our love affair began around 2014, when I was introduced to the concept of the granola bar. I’d chuck Nature Valley Fruit & Nut bars into every bag I owned, making sure I constantly had one on hand as a “just-in-case” snack. I probably ate one a day. Sometimes even two. What I didn’t realize at the time was that these bars were really just a whole lot of sugar poured over oats and more sugar.
I am all about breakfast. I’m sure you’ve noticed. If I could make this a breakfast-only blog, I’d probably do that. Unfortunately, I think that might be too narrow a niche, so I’ll just have to limit myself to, like, 60% breakfast food, 40% everything else. I’m usually not big on indulgent breakfasts; platefuls of sugar and thick, creamy sausage gravy are fine on very rare occasions. Typically, I love a well-spiced, easy-to-make, savory breakfast that’s chock-full of plant protein. This Southwest Sweet Potato Breakfast Hash is one such breakfast.
If you were to ask me about my favorite breakfast foods on any given day, I would almost always skew savory over sweet. For someone who bakes at least once a week, I have almost no sweet tooth—when I bake, I usually eat one of whatever I make and give the rest away to friends and family. So when it comes to breakfast, I’d pick a frittata, a slice of quiche, or a good ol’ fashioned plate of (turkey) bacon and eggs over pancakes, waffles, or French toast. But sometimes… Sometimes I get an insatiable craving for those sweet breakfast standbys, and nothing else will do. Enter this Bananas Foster French Toast.
Oh, where to begin? I said I was taking a couple weeks off, and it ended up being more like a couple months. And those couple months have been quite the whirlwind, to say the least. I won’t take all day to belabor every detail here, but here’s the abbreviated version: Life got in the way.
Being able to bake from scratch without a recipe is a beautiful, beautiful skill to have, and it’s one that I’m still honing. Cooking is an incredible art, but there’s something about baking that just feels like the ultimate form of creation. I’ve always had a deep appreciation for the beauty of baking. You take all these humble, seemingly unworkable ingredients, and with a little time, precision, and heat, you can create something that’s so much more than the sum of its parts.
You know those moments when you just have to take a step back and breathe so you don’t absolutely lose your MARBLES because you have so many things to worry about? That’s where I’m at right now. Growing up, I was always the type of person who thrived in chaos. My senior year of high school, I was taking 3 AP courses along with 2 other difficult courses (my only “blow-off” was choir—but I didn’t even treat that like a blow-off), playing two lead roles in musicals an hour away from each other, getting ready for college, and totally, 100% killin’ it.
I’m writing this post the day after I released my blog to the public. When I woke up this morning, I felt so overwhelmed in the best possible way. I never expected people to notice my writing like they did! I assumed people would come for the recipes, but I did not know so many friends and supporters would flock in droves to tell me how proud they were of me. I feel so many things—joy, excitement, and humility, to name a few—but more than anything, I feel so incredibly grateful.
Hi, friends! So far my blogging practice has been massively inconsistent, but don’t worry; I’m here to address that today. There’s been a lot weighing on my mind lately, and I think that laying it out here will help me sort it out.