Pomegranate, Walnut and Yogurt Breakfast Bowl

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Monday breakfasts are hard.  Every Sunday night, I’m hit with a solid case of Monday-is-imminent blues, and this severe case of nearly-Monday-itis makes it unlikely that I’m going to prep tomorrow’s breakfast that night.  Then Monday morning arrives, and if I can make coffee and stand in front of the fridge blinking my tired eyes, that’s a success.  Luckily this breakfast practically assembles itself, with some earlier in the weekend prep work. This winter we’ve been picking up pomegranates at the farmers’ market or at the grocery store, depending on how much time there is in the week.  J takes … Continue reading

Roasted Delicata Squash Salad with Pomegranate Seeds and Spicy Maple Dressing

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Fall at the farmers’ market has a whole different feeling, and while I miss the fresh berries terribly, I do love how forgiving fall produce can be.  I lugged home a heavy bag today, filled to the brim with butternut and delicata squashes, onions, garlic, a bottle of apple cider and several pomegranates.  One of my pomegranates escaped and went rolling down the sidewalk in front of me, but I just scooped it up and it was really no worse for wear. Fall produce can be just as pretty as it’s spring and summer brethren (I love the colors of … Continue reading

Baguette French Toast with Pomegranate Seeds

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I adore pomegranates.  I tend to buy them this time of year, and then they sit in a bowl on my kitchen table for at least a week while I psych myself up to deal with them.  Luckily, pomegranates are very patient fruit, and will wait for you to get up the mental energy to deal with them.  They will just sit there calmly, reminding you how delicious they are, without going bad two days after you buy them (kiwi, I’m looking at you). I follow this very aptly named method from Caitlin at Healthy Tipping Point: Opening a Pomegranate … Continue reading

A Salad for Tax Season

When I was young and foolish, I actually liked doing my taxes. I did them on paper, with the little workbook next to me, adding up everything in pencil with an eraser close at hand. After I had checked through everything, and gleefully totaled up the amount of my refund, I would happily copy everything over onto the real forms in definitive pen. I felt grown up, and I was proud of myself for deciphering the tax code and its truly mystifying instructions and subparts. Perhaps I had more time, or more patience then. I know I certainly had fewer … Continue reading