It’s the beginning of berry season! Oh how lovely it is to swap out my bags of frozen berries for fresh berries.
To celebrate berry season, I’ve made my favourite banana bread and stuffed it full of fresh strawberries and blueberries. This Berry Banana Bread is kept moist with my secret ingredient (pssst – sour cream!!), and each mouthful is bursting with berries.
To be fair, it’s not berry season in my backyard yet – for that, we’ve got another month or two to go – and by “backyard” I mean my potted veggie garden on my rooftop deck 😉 . It’s been an unseasonably cool Spring here in the Pacific Northwest, so my strawberry and raspberry plants only have buds so far!
Are you team pancakes or team waffles?
Normally I’m team waffles. But these buttermilk pancakes are so light, fluffy, and smothered in the sweetest sticky triple berry drizzle that I may just change my mind…
Did you know that the term “flat as a pancake” has been around since 1611? (I hope you never had that terrible phrase directed at you!) Even our stone age ancestors were eating pancakes. It’s true.
These Gluten-Free Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Muffins have pockets of bursty sweet blueberries enclosed in a moist, lemony fresh muffin.
Do you know one of my favourite things about summer? THE FRUIT.
I have a summer fruit addiction. I could consume my weight in fruit every day. My happiest moment this past week was finding a company who will ship me fresh stone fruits from the Okanagan (best fruit growing region out here on the west coast) straight to my door – today I received 10lbs of apricots! Mmmmm… now to decide what to do with them all.
I also just bought a giant box of blueberries from the market last weekend and have been devouring them all week – truly, there are only a handful left. I knew I had to whip up some blueberry muffins – because there’s nothing better than pockets of bursty sweet blueberries enclosed in a moist, lemony fresh muffin.
And just like that, Christmas is over! And what a whirlwind it was!
J’s daughter was with us for Christmas this year – she is with us every second year for Christmas (alternating with her mom) and I keep wondering if she’ll still believe in Santa in another two years when she’s 8?! Do you remember when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?
Knowing that this might be her last year of believing, we made sure to be extra festive – we ice skated with Santa, let her eat chocolate for breakfast on Christmas morning, sang tons of carols, did tons of Christmas crafts, and read tons of Christmas books. We also ate our weights in panetonne, pecan squares, gingersnap cookies, and eggnog.