By now you all are aware of my obsession with nut butter and how I constantly try to incorporate it into all aspects of my life (if you’re not, take a gander of my feed) but there is one main combo that will always and forever have my heart: peanut butter, chocolate, and banana. I grew up buying those whole frozen chocolate dipped bananas on a stick (scared to imagine what the ingredients were in these) and eating them on a nightly basis. Having a father who is as addicted to peanut butter as I am, we would constantly dip these into the closest open jar of Jiffys (c’mon young Cam). Now as a more well-informed “adult” (ha, that’s funny), while I do not eat these exact products or brands, I still constantly crave this combination. SO, I led my cravings to my health food stocked pantry and took matters into my own hands. The result? Possibly the best thing I’ve ever created: frozen banana filled dark chocolate peanut butter cups. They are insanely delicious and so simple to make.
What are three of the things I love most? Breakfast, the beach, and showing people that eating healthy does not have to suck. So, why not combine all three? Two weekends ago I found myself taking an oh so favorite barefoot stroll from my parent’s house down the block to the beach as I was stopped by two young kids and asked if I wanted a glass of lemonade. Walking with my cousin, who has a life rule of never passing a lemonade stand without purchasing something, and the fact that they had those blueberry mini muffins that defined my childhood but I haven’t seen in forever, I was searching my pockets for money. As we walked away with a cup of lemonade in tow, I jokingly said “wouldn’t it be funny if I had a Freckled Foodie stand?”. We laughed for a second and, as soon as we stepped on to the beach, the scent of the ocean quickly took focus and swept the food stand thought away. It wasn’t until the next day when I returned to NYC and began re-focusing on Freckled Foodie business that I realized how how fun it would be to make this idea a reality. So that is exactly what I did.
I’m taking advantage of international yoga day to preach about my newfound love for this activity so buckle in for a lengthier non-food related post. Yoga is a recent practice in my life that I for some reason dismissed for the prior 10+ years. My mom has been practicing yoga since I was a small kid but, quite honestly, growing up I never found it interesting. Since then, yoga has obviously become much more popular and has taken a front seat on the recent health and wellness movement. When I graduated college and was forced with the unprecedented need to workout on my own vs simply showing up to lacrosse practices and games, I was a bit lost. No matter how many people recommended yoga to me, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Is it really a workout? It kind of just seems like an hour of stretching. Instead, I turned to distance running and other high intensity workouts that resembled the competition of college sports. As much as I still love these types of workouts, having this as my only sweating outlet became an unsuccessful practice.
Hello everyone! A bit of a different post today; mainly in the sense that it does not contain a recipe, but instead a reflection on my first catering experience. This past Saturday was truly one to remember. While I have always enjoyed cooking for others and prepping for large dinner parties (I find any excuse to feed my friends), I had never considered catering an event. About a month ago my mother was telling me about a brunch she was hosting and asked if I had any ideas to give the caterers. My immediate response? “I have a thousand ideas and would love to BE the caterer”.