Newfound Love: A Tribute to Sourdough

College Spring Break. Most people typically think of beaches, margaritas and bikinis. Me? I decided to go with San Francisco, trolley cars and... sourdough bread.

My roommate Katharine and I wanted to do something special for our "last" spring break, so we decided to go to the west coast with parents in tow! My mom told me before we went that San Francisco was apparently famous for its sourdough, and my first thought was, "Oh, like that yummy sandwich bread from Panera." PFT. PANERA MY FOOT. 

Panera sourdough ain't no San Francisco Sourdough!

Our first day in the bay, we took a ferry to Alcatraz. We had to do something the dads would enjoy quickly upon arrival, lest we lose them to the History Channel for the week. (Everyone ended up having a great time... definitely recommend going if you have the chance!) After Alcatraz, we took a walk along the coast and came across a really neat looking bakery: Boudin.

After that night, I'm pretty sure we went back every day for the rest of the week. They had pastries, coffees, and of course, sourdough galore. And when I say galore, I mean it. There were sourdough loaves, rolls, and animals (everything from teddy bears to alligators). Katharine and I couldn't leave without having bought at least one.

And they had a bakery tour. You heard me right. I felt like a kid in a candy store. We got to read about the history of the bakery and we learned what makes San Francisco sourdough so special. There are natural bacterias in the air that ferment into the "mother dough" that give the bread that sour taste. And, super cool fact, Boudin has been using the same mother dough for 150 years. 

Each day, they pull off a piece of the MD to mix with the fresh ingredients for that day's bread. Then, they mix in a little more flour and water and let the that mix and settle in with the MD. So it just goes on and on and on. Fascinating.

The only thing better than this bakery tour was all the bread that I ate. Helllooooo Carb Heaven.

NOM NOM NOM.

And a couple other pictures, just because I can...

Ciao.

An Ode to my Kitchen Aid Mixer

Dear Mixer (she-who-has-yet-to-be-named),

It's so nice to finally meet you. Christmas was very kind to me this year!

For years, I had fawned over your beautiful red hue... drooled over the way in which you mixed batters with such ease! I longed to know what it was like to flip your switch and then sit back and relax while you did what you do best: mix. And let me tell you, you did not disappoint. (Truly, my mixing arm is forever in your debt!)

I scoured Pinterest during the days following Christmas in search of something worthy of your bake-Christening. Yesterday, I found it. Double chocolate chip cookies. Yep... That was the one. I woke up this morning and headed straight to the store to purchase semi-sweet choco-chips and chunks (chips+chunks=heaven).

When the time was right, I flipped your switch from "off" to "on"... And I watched you go! Just like I always dreamed it! I didn't have to stop the mixer each time I had to add the dry mixture (flour, baking powder, salt) in small increments. You just go, go, go! Flour didn't cover the kitchen (and myself) like it typically does when I attempted to mix it in with my little hand mixer. I barely even had to scrape the sides with my silicone spatula! And, almost too soon, the chocolatey batter was ready to bake.

It may be cheesy to say that you've changed my life, but alas, dear mixer, 'tis true! I can't wait for our many happy days to come. I'll never bake without you again... and that's a promise!

Your loving baker,
Taylor

Monsters University

I love animated movies. More than any 21-year-old girl should. And is it just me, or does Disney-Pixar always do it right?

I'm not typically a fan of sequels, unless it's a book-series-turned-movie situation. But Disney-Pixar never disappoints. Toy Story 1/2/3? Genius! And it was genius particularly for kids around my age, because we literally grew up with Andy. I watched Toy Story 3 the summer before I left for college (and bawled my eyes out, I might add) when Andy was getting ready to leave for college. It was perfect.

Even with that being said, I was still a little skeptical when I heard about Monsters University. Sequels just make me nervous! And I love Monsters, Inc. I mean, come on. Everyone remembers this, right?



 

So, on Sunday, I went to see it with a good friend of mine, Christian, with a slightly heavy heart. I was excited, but I didn't want to be disappointed. Well, I WASN'T. They did it so right! They made it where it would be funny for kids, but hilarious for college students (and adults of all ages). They had all the details. A Monsters University Alma Mater, a Greek system with "Scare Games" between the different fraternities and sororities, a student cracked out the morning of finals carrying cups of coffee in all 6 of his hands... Perfect, I'm telling you.

So, without revealing anything else, I highly recommend it. If you have a kid, go see it. If you're a college student, go see it. If you've ever been a college student and would like to reminisce, go see it. Or no matter what your background, go. It's awesome. I laughed more than any of the (screaming) small children there.

Ciao.

Shreveport Adventures: Food Edition

A couple weekends ago, I ventured down to Shreveport, Louisiana for my cousin, Derrick, and his fiance, Catherine's engagement party. I'd never been to Louisiana (at least not for a significant amount of time) so I guess I was expecting beads and masquerade masks. That's not exactly what I got, but I loved it!

Derrick lived in Shreveport for a couple of years following college for his job, which is when he met Catherine, a Shreveport native. Naturally, they both knew about the best local joints to try out, so my Aunt Becky and I decided to check them out! We took Catherine's suggestions more seriously than Derrick's, because apparently he tried to send us to a steakhouse called the Cub, which sounds great in theory. However, according to Catherine, although the steaks may be good, it's a smoky little bar joint full of big hulking men. My aunt and I probably would have looked a bit out of place.

Saturday morning, we tried a mutual favorite, Strawn's. What else would I have, but Minnie Mouse pancakes? When I sent a picture to my mom, she responded: Is that a kid's meal? No, mom. It's mine. Thanks.

 

Strawn's is also famous for its "ice box pies". There were several flavors, but Derrick told us the strawberry was the best, so that's what I got! Yep. Strawberry pie for breakfast. Not sorry.

 

Did I ever mention that I really love breakfast? Well, I'm mentioning it now. Because the next morning, we ate at Another Broken Egg. 

I had maybe one of the best omelettes ever. It was called "Hey Lucy!" and it contained chorizo, avocado, green chiles and lots and lots of cheese. Mmmmm. Nom nom nom.

I'll see you when I'm back in November for the wedding, Lucy!

Ciao.

Happy [Belated] Birthday... to me!

Since I was completely late in posting this, I figured the one month anniversary of my 21st birthday was a good excuse to post this and make it look like I meant to do it.

I've been attempting to eat healthier this summer, but since my birthday just happened to fall on a Wednesday, I figured that my participation in Tulsa's Food Truck Wednesday was practically fate.

Food Truck Wednesday at the Guthrie Green

 I'd been hearing all about this Lone Wolf truck. Having no idea what it was, my mom and I decided to give it a try. So, we sped down to the Guthrie Green and got in line. By the time the truck opened at 11:30 a.m., the line was wrapped around the corner.

The truck claims to be "Vietnamese/French fusion". I know, it sounds kind of weird. But keep reading. If these pictures don't make your mouth water, then you must not have a fat heart.

Lone Wolf is famous for its Banh Mi, which is: a freshly baked baguette from Antoinette Baking Co. (also delicious) stuffed with Kung Pao Pork, carrots, cucumbers, cilantro, and the most delicious sauce. Maybe ever.

I have no words.

I'm going to take this moment to interject a fun fact about my mom. My mom loves salt. I'm not talking about a dash here and there, I'm talking about this:

 

Yes. She actually carries salt and pepper in her car just in case she needs them. Don't fret, we did not go without salt!

Lone Wolf is also famous for their Kimchi Fries. French fries with [more] Kung Pao Pork, cilantro, sauce, carrots, avocado, bacon and a big fried egg on top. The bacon and the egg were the special add-ons that day. The add-ons are constantly changing, so you may get to try something different!

 

Yup. Happy Birthday to me.

Taylor's Chocolatiest Chocolate Chip Cookies

If there's one thing I love to brag about, it's my chocolate chip cookies. I also love to brag about my super secret ingredient that I use. And today... (drum roll)... I'm going to share it with you. This is a really big deal. 

It's oatmeal. Yeah, YOU HEARD ME. "But Taylor, wouldn't that just be oatmeal chocolate chip cookies?" No. Keep reading. Please :)

Ingredients:

1 c. (2 sticks) butter or margarine 

2 c. sugar

2 c. brown sugar

1 tsp. salt

2 tsp. vanilla

4 eggs

4 c. all-purpose flour

2 tsp. baking powder

2 tsp. baking soda

5 c. oatmeal

12 oz. bag semi-sweet chocolate chips

12 oz. bag semi-sweet chocolate chunks

12 oz. bag milk chocolate chips

Step 1: Preheat oven to 375°

Step 2: Cream butter, brown and white sugar, salt and vanilla. 

Step 3: Next, add each egg to the mixture, one at a time.

Step 4: Mix in flour, baking soda and baking powder.

And now... the big shabang...

BLENDED OATMEAL! WHOA. YOU NEVER SAW THAT ONE COMING. 

Step 5: Blend oatmeal in food processor (or shake maker, in my case) until it's the consistency of flour. Blend into mixture.

 

 Gorgeous. The oatmeal blends in perfectly with the mixture but leaves you with the most scrumptious texture you can even imagine.

Step 6: Chocolate. Throw it all in there and fold in.

Step 7: Shape the dough into golf-ball sized balls (I always make mine a little bit bigger) and place on a greased cookie sheet. Bake 10-15 minutes.

The finished product!

I made a few without chocolate chips because I have a friend (cough, cough, Katharine) that doesn't like chocolate. Sounds like a sad, lonely existence to me. But I decided to be accommodating anyway.

"Are they cool enough to eat yet?" (My nephew, Levi)

Seriously though, if these aren't the best chocolate chip cookies you've ever had... I don't know what I'll do. But we won't have to worry about it. Because they're the best. Bon appetit!

Cuppies & Joe

I love coffee shops. I mean, I really really love them. A lot. I will admit, I do love Starbucks, but nothing makes me happier than discovering a local coffee haunt.

For you Tulsans, my favorite spot is Shades of Brown (not to be confused with "Shades of Grey", as my mom likes to call it - accidentally, of course) on Peoria. The atmosphere is so cozy and the Chai lattes (hot or cold) are to die for. Better than Starbucks, if I may be so bold. I have to thank my sister-in-law, Leslie, for telling me about that one.

In the last month, I've tried out two different local coffee shops in the Oklahoma City area. Coffee Slingers on Broadway (really cool, modern rustic-y feel... great mugs) and my most recent find today, Cuppies & Joe. My mom and I tried to go there a couple weeks ago but it was closed, so we decided to give it another go today! Since the beginning of summer, I've been doing my best to eat cleaner and healthier but... how could you go to a place called Cuppies & Joe and not eat a cupcake? I mean, that would just be an insult to the establishment. A sin, if you will, in the world of baking and happiness.

So, first of all, all the "cuppies" had really cool names like Boom Boom Pow, Bangarang, Mary Poppins, and my cupcake, The Traveler. Ooooh, The Traveler. So fancy! So hip! Anyway, it was actually a brownie with chocolate butter cream frosting. Totally worth the splurge.

As for the Joe, I had an iced Chai (my summer regular) and they immediately scored brownie points (pun intended) by serving it in a mason jar. I have an odd obsession with mason jars of all kinds. If it's in a mason jar, it's alright in my book. Mason jar aside, the Chai was delicious. I gulped it in less than two minutes.

I really regret not taking more pictures because it really was an adorable place. I know you're all just looking at your screen thinking, "Golly gee, I wish she would have taken more pictures!" I'm so sorry to disappoint. Maybe next time!

Ciao.