Buzzing Happily with Pumpkin Cashew "Cheesecake"

When I think of thanksgiving, I almost immediately picture a large table, or two to three smaller tables patch worked together in a long train, covered with mismatched table clothes and each place set with the proper assortment of plates, cutlery, glasses and crackers for a full meal together. Some, of course, match, like at the parents table where the nice plates and wine glasses reserved only for special occasions are used, but down at the other end, where the kids are usually placed together, it's a colourful array of orange and red dishes, bright napkins folded neatly, and the bright golds and shiny yellows of the crackers. I love the setting of a thanksgiving table, with all the colours and decorations that often resemble an autumn pathway, lined with fallen maple leaves held down by smoothed stones and little tea lights that flicker and eventually fade as the evening progresses.  

There is always family and friends, buzzing happily around the table, while some help to serve the heaping dishes of vegetables and aromatic tray of turkey, balancing the cranberry sauce between two plates in either hand. Some sit across from one another and chat freely, with sounds of laughter filling the whole room, and eventually catching on as everyone sits down together, and the food is served in heaping spoonfuls onto plates. I always send my spoon back to the mashed yams, my favourite, and a few extra Brussels sprouts. 

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To Sip a Winter Smoothie

Last week, on one of the endless days of rain and thick cloud cover, I stayed home from school to recuperate from early mornings and what felt like a hive activity for the past few weeks since school restarted for the new year. It was one of those days where very little was going on, so Mum and I got to spend the afternoon together in our cosiest socks and big thick sweaters. I spent the morning beautifying this blog, focusing on adding more pictures and clarifying the little details which had been bothering me for some time, so it was nice to completely relax when she got home from work.

Lunch was only something small to curb our hunger, so when four o'clock came around, and after we'd taken the dog out for a walk to the lake and back, we both felt the need for a little pick-me-up and something to hold tightly in our hands to warm ourselves up. The wind had chapped our lips as we strolled beside the lake, shards of ice perched on top of each other along the shores after being pushed aside by the strong wind. There was a slight breeze as we wandered, and the clouds threatened rain in small droplets that fell infrequently onto our heads and shoulders.

We came home in a flurry as the rain picked up and quickened. Mum put on the fire to heat up the house, and I turned up the stove to make a drink to heat us up. It was then that we both ended up choosing our favourite spots on separate sofas after sipping warm smoothies, and curled up around iPads in the nooks of our arms, absorbed in the trials of our preferred shows and covered in soft blankets. The fire blazed on; the animals snoozed peacefully.

I wish every day could be as peaceful as that day was, instead, I try and stay warm bundled in a big knitted scarf and a hot beanie on my stomach today while studying for an exam. I might just make another smoothie to remind myself of that day, and to sip while I try to memorise vocabulary.

Try a favourite gluten free cookie with your smoothies as well, they're delicious when dunked - see how long you can keep them in without them falling apart!

Before I get too carried away with the goodness of these smoothies, I must quickly tell you how amazing they are. As in, you must make them today, tomorrow morning, next week. In the summer after a day at the beach with ice, in the winter by the fire in a steaming mug. And for the pumpkin obsessed (oops, that's me!), try this for breakfast too. Then, as you take the first sip, you'll realise that this really is the most delicious, creamiest, smoothest, drink ever.

They'll be your neighbours favourite, and your friends favourite, too.

Go ahead, see what pumpkin can really do.

Warm Pumpkin Spiced Smoothie
Print recipe here.

If you thought pumpkin pie was just for Thanksgiving and Christmas - think again! You can pick up a can of pumpkin pie mix from your local grocery store, or puréed pumpkin, all year round. Serve this warm smoothie as an after dinner dessert, or quickly heat it up on the stove to start your day with just the right amount of sugar and spice.

Using canned pumpkin pie mix sweetens the drink, so there's no need to add sugar, and by adding a little extra spices it will bring out the pumpkin flavour a little more when paired with the coconut milk (this can be substituted with any choice of alternative). Try using pure puréed pumpkin if you'd prefer to adjust the sweetness, I recommend doubling the amount of spices listed below and add brown sugar or honey to sweeten, then simmer for an additional 10 minutes to develop the rich flavours of all the spices.

For a creamier dessert, serve these smoothies with a spoonful of vanilla Greek yogourt (the thick kind works best), and provide a spoon to eat.

Serves 2

Ingredients

1 cup unsweetened coconut milk (the beverage kind)
1 cup water
1/2 cup pumpkin pie mix

Dash of vanilla extract
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp cloves
1/4 tsp allspice powder

2 cinnamon sticks to serve

Directions

In a medium sized sauce pan on the stove, whisk together coconut milk, water and pumpkin pie mix.

Add in vanilla and spices and bring to a near boil.

Simmer for a few minutes (3 to 5), whisking repeatedly.

Strain into two large mugs and serve with a cinnamon stick. Top with yogourt if desired.

These are Brussels Sprouts?

It must have been just last night that mum asked me,

"Can't you find a recipe for all these Brussels sprouts we have left over from Christmas dinner?"

I groaned, it's been turkey sandwiches on gluten free bread with cranberry sauce for lunch, and turkey and vegetable shepherd's pie or soup for what seems to be the entire week following Christmas.

Then she laughed and continued, "There must be loads of people with leftover Brussels sprouts."

So I was a little more than pleased when I found this recipe when I was stumbling around on the Internet, literally stumbling to find some inspiration for something to cook. It was also last night that mum and I discussed how many pantry items and leftover food we have in our cupboards and in the fridge, stacked precariously on top of one another. It's come to the point that we can't even see most of the items because they remain blocked by the most recently added package of crackers or tin of beans.

"Lets try and use up the ingredients we have first?"

So we'll start with the most perishable, and with that, those pesky Brussels sprouts we had packaged up and frozen after realizing we were all out of ideas for how they could be used. Until now.

I set about making these early in the afternoon, but after baking a batch of Pumpkin Maple Dinner Rolls, time stretched out into the evening. It was then dinner time before the oven was free, so we decided upon a tapas-style dinner with homemade gluten-free bread buns, Smoked-Cranberry Turkey Balls and these; we never thought we would be able to use up so many leftovers.

And she sighed with relief after dunking a roasted Brussels sprout into the aioli and popping the whole thing into her mouth,

"Food always tastes better when someone else makes it."

Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Aioli
From Costa Kitchen
Print recipe here.

A very quick recipe to use up leftover Brussels sprouts, it can be made using raw or cooked. It's such an easy recipe with an incredible tasting outcome - you won't be giving Brussels sprouts a bad rap after tasting them like this!

If using cooked Brussels sprouts as leftovers, reduce the cooking time to 10 minutes, just so that they begin to brown and become crisp on the edges.

Ingredients

20 Brussels sprouts, quartered into wedges
Grape seed oil for roasting
Salt and pepper

For the Aioli:

6 tbsp mayonnaise
1 clove of garlic, minced
1 tsp lime juice
1 tbsp finely chopped parsley

Directions

Preheat the oven to 400°F and line a large baking sheet with parchment paper.

Cut the Brussels sprouts into wedges and arrange on the baking sheet, drizzle grape seed oil over top evenly and sprinkle with salt and pepper.

Place on a high rack in the oven and bake for 15 minutes (if the Brussels sprouts are raw). Or until they begin to brown and crisp at the edges. Halfway through baking, turn over the Brussels sprouts to allow both sides to crisp.

To make the aioli, mix together mayonnaise, minced garlic, lime juice and parsley in a small bowl. This can be prepared up to a day in advance, and stored in an airtight container in the fridge.

Allow the roasted Brussels sprouts to cool slightly before serving alongside the aioli in a small ramekin.

If serving this dish at a party, place a small glass beside the plate with toothpicks for guests to use when dipping their Brussels sprouts into the aioli.

Pumped For Pumpkin

I just saw the page views from last week on my "Pea-Nutter Butter Cookies" Recipe and jumped up, extremely excited - Indonesia to the United States to Russia! It's amazing how many people, who I never imagined, have now seen my recipes. Thank you, to everyone!

Before starting, I was reluctant because I never thought I'd be able to post every week, and stay committed enough to cook every weekend whilst taking photos, but it's become so much more exciting each time, and I approach every post with anticipation for the process. This blog has opened my eyes to things around me that I would never have taken the time to notice before; the beauty of those little things in life, such as small moments that change the day for the better, are especially amazing to experience and ones that I've come to cherish. I've come to appreciate perseverance over procrastination, as the thrill of a popular post far outweighs the comfort of having nothing change, and never taking risks.

It reminds me of the time mum, dad and I looked up from lunch one Sunday to the swaying of a large tree out front of our house. It's one of the largest alders, but tiny branches grown just last spring splayed out from the expanding trunk. Among the branches, his charcoal black coat apparent against the drab brown and golden leaves of the tree, a big squirrel and its even larger tail jumped from branch to branch with vigor and speed, and not one of us knew of his intentions. He climbed higher and higher, to the teetering branches that bounced at the slightest wind, and careened over as the squirrel bounded down the length of it.

"What's he doing!?"

Dad exclaimed, as mum cried out,

"That's amazing!"

I laughed at their excitement, as well as the humor in their expressions, both standing at the window peering up to the trees. You can tell we don't have a TV.

"He's going to get picked off by an eagle..."

Said dad, and I wondered why such a small creature would venture up so high, with so much risk of falling. So much to lose.

"He can't get any food up there can he?"

I asked, "I mean there aren't any nuts or fruit growing on those trees."

"Look he's way at the top!"

Mum shouted excitedly, dashing back to find her camera from a large pile on the counter, an array of written out recipes, pens and schoolbooks.

"That would be a great photo, you can just see the outline of him up there!"

The branch that he was perched on bent precariously under his weight, bowing down ceremoniously. I gasped as he skittered forward, down, so near to losing everything, although so close to reaching the top of the tree.

Just at that moment, with his head tucked underneath the rest of his vertically positioned body, he sprung up and landed at the end of another branch and scurried furiously along it to the trunk of the tree.

A sigh of relief. It was even better than watching a movie.

And with that, after such difficulty and precision in steps, that big squirrel, who we all doubted from the moment the branch began to give way, had completed his journey to the top. Still, his purpose remained unknown, although it seems unlikely that he intended to get a better look at the mountains, or to seek the thrill of being up so high. However to us, he overcame something unattainable. Unbelievable. Extraordinary.

Just like overcoming something in our lives, with adrenaline pumping, we set to high gear. To go. Go. Go. But for some, after days of high heart rates and busy schedules, we rise to an early morning with dropping eyelids and a lagging drive to get up and out of the house.

In contrast to the squirrel, there's nothing behind us, like the fear of falling, to push us to the top, and propel us toward the day. So, for an added boost to my Sunday morning, I combined a bit of coffee, sugar and spice and definitely that something nice! Today, as fall envelopes my senses and imagination for cooking, I scraped the last of puréed pumpkin from the container.

I didn't quite have the energy to purée my own fresh pumpkin. Yet! However Halloween is still coming, and we have not yet carved our pumpkins - so soon!

Spiced Pumpkin Lattes
Print recipe.

A vision for fall:
Crisp air and the soft, gentle glow of the sun against brightly colored leaves. Bundled in warm mittens and scarves we bound through piles of maple leaves that float blissfully through the air as we walk the trails. As gatherings with friends slowly retreat indoors from the unused patio chairs, one treat remains a consistent favorite, and everyone enjoys the comfort of a perfect blend of spices - cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and cloves - smooth, hot, and just enough sweet.

Serves 2

Ingredients

2/3 c brewed coffee
2/3 c almond milk
1 1/3 c water
2 tbsp honey

1/4 tsp vanilla extract
2 tsp powdered cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground ginger
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/8 tsp ground cloves

3 tbsp puréed pumpkin

Directions

On the stove top, heat the coffee, almond milk, water and honey together
until it begins to boil.

Reduce to a simmer, and add the vanilla, spices and pumpkin.

Simmer for 5-10 minutes.

Pour through a strainer a couple of times to get ride of thickness, and pour into mugs.

Serve.

Maybe to Share

I walked into the store yesterday after forgetting the vital ingredients of a pumpkin cheesecake, and was bombarded by a flurry of movement. Last minute shoppers, like myself, were hastily grabbing items off the shelves as if it were the last one left on the island. Chances are, that will probably happen by Sunday this weekend. Thanksgiving always embarks with busier ferry rides, great weather, and dwindling shelf stocks.

A group of friends and I are having our own Thanksgiving tonight, divvying up the plates to bring, and then meeting in the afternoon to cook the turkey. It's our first attempt at cooking a turkey, without the assurance of adults monitoring the progress and carefully taking the inside temperature to check against the time. One will be bringing his homemade cranberry sauce, another their stuffing, and a series of desserts will also make their way onto the table. As always, they're the favourite.

The problem is? A lot will be made with wheat; the pies will be made with a wheat flour pastry, the stuffing from bread.

Luckily, as I came home yesterday, chilled by the winds outside and loving the idea of a hot oven baking delicious sweets, I set to baking a gluten free cheesecake. Maybe to share.

The cheesecake is egg free this time, as one of my friends that will be there tonight has a severe egg allergy, an obstacle to eating many desserts people bake. Surprisingly, this didn't change the consistency of the cheesecake too much, only increasing the time required in the oven. The berries of summer, bright in colours and flavours, used in my last cheesecake recipe were replaced with fall ingredients: the flavours associated with autumn, warm and comforting, and (thankfully) the bridge from summer into the cold, icy winters.

I'm thankful for the time Thanksgiving occurs, as its a perfect interlude of busy schedules, and a time to relax, reflect and rejuvenate. The weekend is for a little personal R&R, with the added bonus of really good food to aid the replenishing of motivation. The extended weekend, if only for a day, changes Sunday's atmosphere by reducing the ominous presence of Monday ahead - threatening to bring us back to that busy schedule once again. Sunday becomes another Saturday, another day to enjoy the time walking trails with the dog, or playing in the yard with family and friends.

I awoke relaxed for the first time in ages this morning, noted by mum as I sat, reflected, and didn't jump in anticipation for the dishes to be cleared from the morning's coffee, and start on the next job of the day. Instead, by contemplating my state, definitely peaceful, I was able to enjoy the fact that the sun shined brightly, without any evidence of the usual mosaic of clouds in the sky, and I could spend a few enjoyable hours basking in the vitamin D... A remedial nutrient to health, increasingly apparent as the days shorten, and the majority of daylight is spent inside, or wrapped up in layers of clothing, further banishing the sun from the sight of our skin.

Mum exclaimed that I was "pensive, perhaps relaxed."

And that "something was different today."

I think its the open air and clear sky above this weekend, uplifting everyone's mood atleast, and also opening by mind into the realisation that the little stresses swaying me so much during the week cannot have any positive outcome, nor do they help me in finishing projects, or enjoying each day. Things to do are only blown out of proportion, making them see like the end of the world, unthinkably large and unmeasurable. Potentially, this weekend has the power to unleash my inner calm, previously barricaded and locked away, the key thrown to the stresses in my mind. Like the leaves of fall, blown from the tree to a new location, but in time they renew into new plants, new life.

The beauty of fall intrigues me.

The warmth and comfort of Thanksgiving dinners, with leftovers packaged and stored in the fridge for the upcoming week to come, sustains my excitement for change.

Flavours, spices that uplift the senses, unify the meals we cook this season.

The scarf, still hanging on the rack until the wind blows colder, will tie together every moment, as it reappears in photos taken.

Pumpkins resemble the unity and family we cherish during this holiday. A symbol seen throughout autumn.

Mixing the crust... and maybe stealing a spoonful!

Gluten-Free Pumpkin Cheesecake (Egg-free too!)
Print recipe.

A rich and creamy denouement to any fall dinner, especially Thanksgiving, as the rich spices invigorate digestion through the senses. The nutty base is a perfect alternative to using gluten-free biscuits for the crust, adding more flavour to the entire dessert. You can alter the amount of spices to create the perfect pair to your flavour of cheesecake.

Makes one 9-inch cheesecake.

Ingredients

Crust:

1/4 c butter, melted
1/3 c almond meal (blanched)
2/3 c ground whole almonds
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 tsp ground ginger
1/3 c brown sugar
1/4 c white rice flour
2 tbsp arrowroot powder

Filling:

250 g cream cheese (light)
250 mL creme fraiche

1/2 c plain Greek yogourt
2 c canned pumpkin
1 1/2 c white sugar
1/2 tsp ginger
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp cloves
2 tsp cinnamon

Directions

Preheat the oven to 350°F and line a 9-inch removable bottom pan with parchment paper. Trace the bottom to create a circle of parchment to layer the base, and line the sides.

In a small bowl combine the filling ingredients, making sure ingredients are equally dispersed throughout the mixture.

Press the mixture onto the base of the pan, evenly spreading it out across.

Place the pan in the oven, and bake for 30 minutes.

Remove from oven and allow to cool for 5-10 minutes.

In another, larger bowl, add the cream cheese and creme fraiche together. Beat on medium speed to blend and soften.

Add in the yogourt, canned pumpkin, sugar and spices. Stir until combined, and then beat until creamy and soft.

Pour the filling over the base, levelling it across.

Bake for 1 hour.

Upon removing from the oven, allow to cool completely before transferring it to the fridge to set for a minimum of 3 hours, preferably overnight.

Delicious with a topping of fresh whip cream.