Seriously, who doesn’t love breakfast? I love to cook and I could eat breakfast food everyday. But the worst part of breakfast is most of the time I don’t want to cook as soon as I wake up in the morning. I’m usually rushing to meetings or pretty tired.
Here are some delicious breakfast, I made over December break.
What do you when you’ve super low white blood cell count, Stuck at home, avoiding human contacts? Create and practice recipes duh… It is no secret that I love spicy food! I love that hot-mouth, runny-nose, starting to sweat a little type spice. I always order hot peppers on my food when there’s the option, I load foods up with red pepper flakes, and Siracha is frequently the final topping on most all of my meals! So of course I was all over this week’s vegetarian quesadillas using raw jalapeno peppers. This time around I decided to go with a classic approach, and of course that means Mexican! And what is one of the best Mexican dishes out there? Why, quesadillas, of course!
But not just any quesadillas, these ones are sweet potato black bean quesadillas! Does anyone else think that sweet potatoes and black beans are the perfect combination? The creamy sweet potato and cool avocado are the perfect contrast to the spiciness of the jalepenos, and the slightly mashed black beans give them a robust and hearty texture to make it a meal. And of course, ours were rounded out with a sprinkling of cheddar cheese! You may adjust the amount of jalepenos according to your desired level of spiciness, but if you’re like me, you won’t hold back
Spicy Sweet Potato Black Bean Quesadillas
Prep time: 10 min Cook Time: 5 min Serves: 2
Ingredients: 1 c. cooked black beans 1/2 large sweet potato, cooked and mashed 1 c. prepared salsa 1-2 jalepeno peppers, seeded and diced 1c. spinach, loosely packed 2 tbps finely chopped cilantro 1 green onion, chopped 1 tbsp lime juice (optional) 2 10-inch whole wheat tortillas 1/2 an avocado 1/3 c. grated cheddar cheese (or cheese substitute) Directions: In a medium-sized bowl, roughly mash the black beans, leaving some whole beans to retain the texture. Add the next eight ingredients and mix until fully combined. Spray a large frying pan with cooking spray and heat over medium-high heat. Place one tortilla on the frying pan and spread half of the black bean mixture onto half of the tortilla. Top with avocado slices and sprinkle with cheese. Fold the other half of the tortilla over, and repeat with the second tortilla. Cook for 1-2 minutes, or until lightly browned, then flip and cook on the other side for another 1-2 minutes. Serve with more salsa and a dollop of plain yogurt if desired.
I love love love Starbucks pumpkin spice latte. While I’m loyal customer, I often like to experiment in my own kitchen at home. Don’t get me wrong the Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks can be fairly healthy (Steamed Milk , Espresso and Pumpkin syrup topped with optional Whipped Cream and Pumpkin Spice) however I knew I could replicate the recipe with an even healthier twist.
Ingredients: • 2 cups non-dairy milk (I prefer Almond milk, but soy milk works well) • 1/2 cup canned pumpkin • 2 tablespoon cocoa powder • 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice (or All Spice) • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract • Optional: Stevia or another sweetener to taste • Optional: ½ tsp of instant coffee mixed with 4 tbsp. hot water
Instructions: • Combine all ingredients except sweetener in blender. • Blend at medium speed until smooth. • If the sweetness is not to your liking, add sweetener to taste and blend until combined. • Pour into a saucepan and heat, stirring at regular intervals, until steaming. Pour into two mugs and serve. I thought this recipe was all too perfect… latte to wake up to. Why not add more pumpkin?
One thing I don’t do when I’m traveling is check a bag (unless it’s long international flight then I bring tote bag with all my essentials) — I never, ever check a bag (even with Delta’s sky mile free bag) because I’ve had bad luck with losing luggage and being stranded clothes-less. It’s a very traumatic experience, trust me.
That means when I fly I have to stuff everything into a carry-on. And when I say stuff, I mean I have to hop on the suitcase to close it.
For my recent trips, I started packing my carry on methodically. Before, I would just stuff every cute outfit I owned into a bag and pray it would fit. Instead of packing way too many outfits, although I really wanted to, I brought things I could rework. This outfit is a more casual version of this one.
Now, my game plan, involves A) a color theme, B) limiting the quantity of items and C) bringing mix-and-match items.
In the end, the best way to pack is probably a mix of all of these: use the bundling method to keep your large wrinkle-prone items neat, roll everything you can to fill the empty. Knowing how to pack a suitcase rolling clothes adds quite a lot of efficiency to packing. But that can be easily killed if you bring the wrong amount of stuff. So how to know you’re not bringing too much or too little stuff?
I want to write an all-encompassing recap of my trip to Europe, but I’m not going to do since I’ve been there and done that before. You can read my previous blog posts or if you’ve specific questions over on Instagram (feel free to DM me).
Thinking about my trip gave me a feeling of this word that isn’t really a word, but more of a feeling — sonder.
SONDER: n.the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
There is only one thing I feel compelled to tell you – my favorite part of my summer trip, and what I took home with me. A lot of my worst days are spent feeling dissatisfied with where I am and who I am. The fact that I am growing, that things are still happening, that I still have whole lives left to live often takes a back seat to my less than perfect present. God willing, I will live to be a 100-year-old woman with a million chapters in my book (some okay ones and some fabulous ones), and really just experiencing all.
The family that eats together stays together
Because breakfast is the most important meal 🙂
Nothing like crepes in Paris
View from the hotel: Seine river statue of liberty
This week back from San Diego has thrown me for an absolute loop. I think I’ve just settled back in. That doesn’t mean I’m not missing the west coast, though. I’ll be lusting over these images all weekend, from my beachside days to the strolls downtown. I should probably start by saying that I am […]
In the midst of a world changing right before our eyes and trying to master each and every one of our life goals, it seems silly to think that whenever my friends and I meet up we end up in a long “love is lame” or “ugh, boyz” conversation.
We talk about work, we talk about our goals, we talk about our self-image, but something about love always strikes a chord, and I don’t know why that is. Is love what makes the world go ’round? What I do know is that it’s taken me a long time to say this out loud. Greater than my fear of not understanding everything about love is my fear of admitting I want to know.
Why is that even a thing I have to be worried about?
Why is an interest in love seen as inherently female, and even further, why then does that make it something not to be valued?
I am an accomplished adult woman who plans to continue knocking down every single one of my goals—oh, and also, I want to talk about tingly butterfly feelings and whether or not they mean anything.
You find out a lot about yourself after your first real heartbreak. I learned so much about myself that I hardly can recall who I was before it happened.
I find myself sort of like a new friend. One of the things I’ve discovered about me is something I didn’t have words for until I rediscovered this poem by Nayyirah Waheed: I am a brutally soft woman. That’s it. One affecting line.
I am not made to be hard, and I won’t spend any more of my life around people who cause me to put up armor. I don’t want to protect myself—I want to be around people who I don’t need protection from. I like myself soft and exposed.
I know it’s imperative to find someone who chooses us and acknowledges our many layers, who can be open and vulnerable, and most importantly, who is ready. To meet someone and be met. To be chosen and to choose.
To love and to be loved. This is everything. All we need is that same energy reciprocated, and despite how open and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves. Don’t be afraid to be the one that loved the most and give everything you had, because you’ve got to find people who love like you do and who are ready. Out with the old, in with the true. Ready for summer.