Wrapped Up Falafel and Pita Style

 

Last nights dinner, warm home made kale falafels on top of fresh greens and slices of tomatoes from the farm, with a bed of piping hot pita breads straight from the oven, was the perfect end to a hot day that suddenly turned when the fog set in the bay, and a breeze swept up any leaves that tittered around the front deck. Dancing feet outside our open doors were fluttered away in one strong gust, and just the squeals of an open door caught up in the wind could be heard. I set to baking early in the afternoon, and with my chin resting on my hands, staring at this bunch of fresh kale, there was a separate whirlwind of thoughts, recipes, and ideas for the luscious green vegetable. The fresh kale from a nearby farm was how falafels became something else, a whole new flavour was added, as well as intrigue, and falafels were taken up a notch.

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This Soup For Spring

I'm obsessed with soup. I'm pretty sure I've started a previous post with the same sentence, so it's obvious that I go through phases - or food obsessions, like last week when all I craved was eggs with kale, or this ongoing obsession with avocados that leaves my Pinterest board full of ways to serve avocados, whole, mashed, or chopped. We missed a couple of weekend lunches consisting of warm bowls of soup served with a chopping board laden with runny brie and other cheeses and gluten free lentil crackers or garlic rosemary rolls, and I was suddenly feeling a pang of guilt for neglecting my inner love of winter (you know those cozy days by the fire, just you, a warm drink, and not much else?). I guess it's just been too darn sunny lately - oh, by no means am I complaining - I've been able to get out and enjoy runs through the trails, and I finally feel as if I can plan things without the deterrence of a sudden rain shower to stop me, but I needed to cozy up to a large bowl of soup and feel the warmth of comforting flavours again.

I noticed on my run this weekend that an entire blossom tree was blooming with small pink buds, when only last week it had just one branch showing the first signs of spring. Below the windows of our house too we can see the movement of warmer weather, and with it little red breasted robins that hop around our yard and peck at the ground for worms.

I am overly excited for summer, winter was warmer this year, so without the usual excitement of waking up to a white winter wonderland covered in snow unexpectantly, we keep our sights on the promise of sun with a change to spring, and out of habit, kept our rain boots, jackets, and umbrellas neatly lined up by the door and ready to use.

I couldn't help myself when the clouds covered the sky yesterday, and the house filled with an unexpected chill. This soup could even be enjoyed cold in the summer, but we agreed on the much needed warmth with our over-sized sweaters and thick socks. I made a list of needed ingredients, and after facing the brisk wind to scooter to the store, I was ready to prepare and cook in the kitchen.

We've been enjoying the rich tastes of all different types of squash throughout this year's winter season, from spaghetti, to my favourite butternut squash, all delicious in various cooking techniques and recipes. So to pair the sweet flavour of squash with the strong and comforting aroma of ginger, this soup came out as the perfect blend of warmth and flavour to be enjoyed all year round. I've also been experiencing headaches for these past few weeks, it may have been caused by stress from deadlines and exams at school, so the fragrance of ginger with every spoonful was a definite cleanser, and I felt the effects immediately, something I must keep in mind for the future, and when things start getting stressful again as school breaks to exam period.

It's a great change from the sweetened tetra-pack soups we often find ourselves relying on, lost in the laziness of winter days, which are almost too addicting, and you begin to wonder what ingredients are really in it. Don't worry, this soup has nothing but fresh, whole ingredients, all easily accessible from your local store, and a healthy change in routine for lunch, or even dinner.

Ginger Butternut Squash Soup
Print recipe here

Fragrant, warm, and creamy. A delicious blend of winter vegetables and winter flavours for a comforting meal. Enjoy this soup right off the stove, or store it in an airtight container for a later date. Pair it with gluten free crackers for dipping, and be transported right back to holiday time, when everything is filled with warmth and everything is comforting. 

Makes 4 large servings

Ingredients:

1 medium butternut squash
4 cups vegetable broth

1/4 cup freshly grated ginger
2 tbsp grape seed oil
1/2 white onion, chopped
1 large carrot, sliced
1 celery stalk, chopped
2 garlic cloves, minced

Plain Greek yogourt for garnish

Directions:

Halve and seed the butternut squash, then cut it into 2 inch chunks. Transfer to a bowl and set aside.

Using the largest holes on a cheese grater, shred the ginger. Set aside.

In a wide-rimmed skillet, heat the grape seed oil over medium heat. Add the onion, carrot, and celery and cook, stirring occasionally. Cook until the vegetable soften, about 5 minutes.

Add the ginger and garlic, and stir in until fragrant, approximately 1 minutes.

Add the butternut squash and stock and increase the heat to bring to a boil. When bubbles begin to form, reduce the heat to medium low, cover partially, and simmer about 25 minutes. The butternut squash should be tender.

In a blender, process the soup in batches until smooth. Return it to the saucepan and season with salt and pepper. Reheat over medium low heat, or store in an airtight container once cool for up to 3 days.

Ladle into bowls, and top with a spoonful of plain Greek yogourt. Serve immediately.

Enjoy! xx S.

Twin Comfort of Dessert

I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to be sitting here, enjoying the Indie music and being around busy people, chatty people, groups of people slumped over coffees with their heads bent towards each other and deep in conversation. I haven't bought anything; I sought refuge from the rain outside. As I passed by the huge windows of this rustic coffee shop, I felt the pull of just sitting and spending time at a table situated in a corner. I love to watch the people that come and go, each one with a story which I attempt to discover. Each person has a distinguishable taste, noticeable by their sense of style as they walk from the door to the counter and order their choice of drink, sometimes pairing it with a muffin or scone, at the coffee bar.

I went to school today for a Provincial exam, and sat for three hours in the gym with all of the other English students writing three essays and answering 25 multiple choice questions. Afterwards, in our exhaustion and giddy perception of being free from the pressures of this exam, at least for a little while, some friends and I drove down the road for tea together. The woman behind the counter provided samples of aromatic tea leaves for us to smell, and help us to try and figure out which tea to make into a drink, until we all decided upon a black English tea, latte style.

So there we sat, all six of us, with twin lattes in our hands and perched in chairs situated around one small round table, legs intertwined. We went over the exam, exclaiming our surprise at some of the answers, and trying to figure out whether we had chosen the right one - if pre-exam chatter hadn't been stressful enough!

Our stomachs began to growl promptly, as our nerves settled down to make way for hunger, and our pack abruptly stood and left with the steam out of our hot mugs trailing behind. The smell of that little tea place was so calming and comforting, even if the white decor wasn't. And with a hot drink to sip I began to completely unwind from the buzz of sitting an exam.

Again we found an under-sized table to share, with nearly enough room for all of our lunches to share the space. Inside had been too busy, and all the tables were taken, so wrapped up in our fur-lined parkas and knitted scarves, and still huddled around lattes, we parked ourselves under a big out-of-place summer umbrella that dripped with the drizzling rain. There couldn't have been anything more Vancouver. Lunch was taken outside because its so beautiful, and we love it outside, but there we were wrapped up in big thick coats and leaning away to prevent being hit from the splatter of the rain.

So as I sit here, slowly warming with the steam of other's hot drinks rising into the space around me, I think of a decadent dessert to complement a peaceful afternoon. What better way to enjoy the fresh flavour of fruit with a sweet gluten-free topping than Twin Crumbles, have two for you and another, and just sit for a while.

Twin Apple-Blueberry Crumbles
Print recipe here.

The perfect complement to any meal, these little crumbles are quick to whip up when you have a craving for something sweet, and are light enough to leave your taste buds fulfilled without filling you up too much.

Fresh fruit sweetens the pots with delicious flavour, and be sure to serve them with a dollop of vanilla yogourt or ice cream for a creamy treat. This can be served as a summer or winter dessert, switching up the fillings for more seasonal fruits. Pomegranate and pear, anyone?

Serves 2

Ingredients

1/2 apple, sliced thinly
1/4 cup fresh or frozen blueberries
1/2 tsp lemon juice

2 tbsp gluten free oats
2 tbsp brown sugar
2 tbsp ground almonds (or almond flour)
1 tbsp corn flour
2 tbsp cold butter

A pinch of cinnamon

Directions

Preheat the oven to 375°F.

Divide the blueberries among two ramekins, top with sliced apple and drizzle with lemon juice. Set aside.

In a mixing bowl, combine oats, brown sugar, ground almonds, and corn flour. Chop up the butter and add into the bowl, rub between your fingers until the mixture becomes crumbly, resembling bread crumbs.

Divide the crumble topping among the two ramekins, levelling evenly. Sprinkle a pinch of cinnamon on top of each crumble.

Place in the centre of the oven and bake for 18 to 20 minutes, or until the topping begins to brown and blueberries begin to bubble.

Allow to cool 5 minutes before serving with a spoonful of vanilla yogourt or ice cream.

Enjoy the sweetness of this treat after a long day!
xx S.

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.

Homemade Soup? So Easy!

I could barely pull out the Pumpkin Maple Dinner Rolls we had put in the freezer as containers and plastic bags of gluten-free baking tumbled over what I really wanted to eat with my soup today. I guess just having three of us in the house (two during the week) makes it a little difficult to get through all the cookies and brownies, muffins and then dinners, which we always seem to make excess of.

And then just last week, with the mid-January blues getting to us and forcing us to get out of the house, somehow, any way, we stepped off the ferry and drove to Vancouver for the Gluten Free Expo. Needless to say, we brought home an even greater selection of baked goods, gluten-free protein bars, chips and crackers, but proving to be just too much to be consumed in one or two evenings - into the freezer they went as well.

It was amazing how busy the convention was; tickets were sold out as soon as we got there, and there was a two hour wait for those who had already bought tickets. People who excitedly rushed up to the front desk with tickets bought online were greeted with an offer for a rebate, cash back for their purchase and time spent. However no one seemed to grumble unhappily, perhaps their bellies were content with the aversion to wheat - no upsets there: happy bodies, happy minds.

With the promise of different food options, and new substitutes for a gluten free girl, just behind those closed doors, we decided to head off for lunch before gathering a new sense of purpose to peruse the aisles of the expo - bag in one hand to be filled with samples.

Everyone eagerly approached tables, some pushing to be handed a gluten-free brownie cut and placed into a paper muffin cup first, while others grabbed at pamphlets before stopping in their tracks to read the small information printed on it. One woman, as I passed by her table with watchful eyes and just as I glanced at the selection of products lined neatly along the front of the table, caught me with a quick smile and leaned forward,

"Let me tell you about this product," she enticed,

"You're a growing girl, and you need fibre in your diet,"

How did she know? I wondered to myself, How does she already seem to know me so well, as she continued, labelling things which applied to me.

"You have a craving for protein," She also offered, and held up the product, a protein bar with 25 g of fibre.

"Come back and buy some with your mum," She whispered.

How did she do that? How was she able to get so personal in such a small amount of time, luring me in, connecting with me, and undoubtedly making me feel as if I had to return. I hurried past her table as I tried to return back to where mum was, head down and avoiding eye contact.

Later on, as the end of the expo neared, one aisle was increasingly filling up with more people, the promise of free gluten-free goods a certain lure. One table stood out as one man handed out whole loaves of bread and packages containing four large muffins, a very generous offer compared to the thumb-sized cookies given by neighbouring tables. Another popular table was serving gluten free noodles with the customer's choice of sauces, either sweet, spicy, or peanut, however as we passed by, their stocks were empty and they had already begun to pack up. It must have been the only table which we saw as completely empty by the time we got there - the popular demand for something savoury had overwhelmed them.

I felt like that today, overwhelmed by the sweetness of so many baked goods, especially after a Berry Cheesecake which mum made for supper last night - using gluten free granola ground with butter and walnuts for the base. Then, after hot chocolates with mum and dad this morning, I was craving vegetables and spices, and the bright colours of fresh produce.

Sweet Cumin Carrot Soup
Print recipe here.

A touch of honey added to the warmth and richness of cumin seeds with the smooth carrot elements create a soup that is both hearty (just the right ingredients for an energy boosting soup) and comforting for those rainy, cold days - or any day really.

This ultimate comfort dinner soup can be chased down with a Pumpkin Maple Dinner Roll, buttered and topped with a chunk of cheese.

I love the rich colour of this soup, which just screams out as being healthy and full of vital nutrients and antioxidants. These carrots are high in carotenoids, which is also found to reduce the risk of diabetes - and increase how much you can see at night!

Serves 4.

Ingredients

1 tbsp extra-virgin olive oil
1/2 onion, diced finely
1 garlic clove, minced
2 tsp ground cumin
1/2 tsp salt

approximately 3 cups coarsely chopped carrots, or baby carrots
1 tbsp honey
6 cups vegetable stock

4 spoonfuls sour cream or plain Greek yoghurt

Directions

In a large saucepan, heat the oil over medium heat. Add diced onion, minced garlic, cumin, and salt. Stir until softened, about 6 minutes.

Stir in the carrots and honey.

Pour in stock and bring stovetop to a boil. Reduce heat slightly; cover and simmer until carrots are very soft, this should take approximately 25 minutes.

In batches of 2 or 3, purée the soup mixture in a blender until smooth. Careful, the heat may make the mixture bubble while blending, so hold the lid on tight.

For a thinner soup, strain before adding more water, or just spoon the soup into bowls as is.

Garnish with sour cream and freshly ground pepper. Serve hot.

Seize the Squash!

Sunday was the perfect day. From the late morning, starting with breakfast and tea, to driving along the highway and back. We awoke to heavy clouds and the sprinkling of rain on the windows, dampening our expectations of a nice day in Steveston, which would undoubtably be wind swept and cold in the current weather.  My initial response was,

"Oh no,"

as I stared at the sky, surprisingly close to us sitting in the kitchen,

"you don't mean to make me stay at home again do you!? Outside looks so depressing and cold, those clouds so dark!"

Dad replied to my over exaggeration calmly,

"No, we'll just see how the day goes."

And that's exactly what we did, taking each moment bit by bit, which turned into the best of all days.

Unplanned moments are always the best of moments. There are no expectations or ideals to compare with, everything just happens, flowing seamlessly when you let it, and these days can be experienced and appreciated for what they are. That spontaneity enlightens us, takes the pressure off making the day perfect, and instead, allows each of us to enjoy the company, the environment and what we set about doing that day.

I was ready to tackle the drive up to Squamish, along the highway from where our ferry docked, to a small cafe where we stopped for lattes  - and to my surprise, gluten-free muffins! It was set among shops along the main road, and served a healthier option to Starbucks drinks and snacks, where the rock climbers, bikers and hang-gliders from the area come for their fill. A young girl served us, and many others who lined up, and soon after a young couple who knew her came in for coffees and breakfast wraps. They chatted, staying longer than other customers as no one else remained who needed to be served, and I was reminded of the relaxed comfort in the familiarity of small town coffee shops, where everyone knows the cashier, and everyone meets jovially, explaining the latest news in their lives, exclaiming their joy at seeing someone they know.

Traffic was sparse and calm, benefitting my new driver abilities, and dad and I later left mum to read her book comfortably settled in the cafe as we drove around, practicing on the many four-way stops, and the one round-about we found after many wrong turns. It was a warren maze of small streets and scattered stop signs, which jumped out from overgrown gardens with protruding trees, only visible when nearing the stop line. My thoughts were on nothing more than the present, which calmed me, and I was able to focus on driving solely, a helpful advantage to previous driving practices when I was focusing on school and homework or flitting between homework and dance, my mind racing between the tasks, trying to keep up with everything.

From Squamish we continued up the valley to Whistler, a spur of the moment decision as the clouds began to lift, and the possibility of some sunshine sneered up above the clouds, enticing but not yet apparent. Steveston seemed like a far drive, and we weren't keen on getting back into the city, which contained a hustle and busyness we wanted to steer away from today. We liked the tranquility of the valley, even with the heavy fog seen to be streamlining down the mountain's banks.

I drove again up the highway, manoeuvring the twists and turns through the rocks that were still uneven from their blasting to increase the size of the highway for the 2010 Olympics. It's a nice highway to drive now, smooth, and a much faster journey, which has allowed Whistler to be a day trip rather than the whole weekend for us. Gas is also cheaper in Squamish, so in a way, it's justified when paired with our need for a day out.

It was colder in Whistler, the 9°C temperature was replaced by a cooler front, although I didn't check the screen in the car I know it must have been about 4 or 5°C. Many couples walked around bundled in checkered red scarves and big duffle coats, their red mittens blended together as they cupped each others hands. Kids who climbed about on the new playground structure, an extraordinary wooden enclave, were wrapped in pastel-coloured coats and little red hats, their mothers and fathers stood with hands in pockets and babies in buggies were wrapped in furry blankets and toques with animal faces.

We walked through the village three in a row, and I broke from the pod as I darted in and out of stores, looking, looking. From the North Face to Columbia stores I was looking for a coat, one that could keep me as warm as it would keep me dry during the winter' this winter is meant to be one filled with cold temperatures and will threaten us with snow throughout the season.

Dad thinks I planned the day, with the intention of finding this coat. Ha! I love it, and it is exactly what I was looking for, even before that day, but I'm not that good at steering them. I certainly had an idea of what stores were in the village before, but how could I have ever known we would end up in Whistler?

Dear mum and dad, thank you for such a wonderful day. Finding that coat was just the icing on top of the cake, the foam of our lattes, the gluten-free to the muffins we found in that small cafe, and for dad: the complementary flavours of your beer paired with your lamb stew for lunch. It is the Irish of the pub we went to that day.

Autumn Stuffed Squash
Print Recipe.

Roasted squash, with melted butter and a seasoning of salt, is the perfect accompaniment to a fall dinner. Add a drizzle of maple syrup for another variation, or try a stuffing of wholesome rice with nuts and dried fruit, such as natural dried cranberries to complete the meal. The complementary flavours, loaded with ingredients of fall, this dish will bring everyone to the table, to the warmth of the kitchen, and can be made any time squash is available.

The best dried cranberries are from natural food stores, where added sugars are minimum, and the natural flavours of the cranberries, including a particular tartness, remains.

The stuffing of rice can be cooked and stored in an airtight container on the refrigerator up to 2 days ahead.

Serves 6

Ingredients

3 medium squash, halved lengthwise with seeds removed (I used different types to try the variety available in our local grocery store)

4 tablespoons butter (or Earth Balance) melted
1 tablespoon packed dark brown sugar

1/2 medium yellow onion, finely chopped
2 medium shallots, finely chopped
4 celery stalks, finely chopped
1 tablespoon minced fresh basil leaves

2 cups cooked wild rice (1 cup uncooked)
2/3 cup raw cashews, chopped coarsely
1/4 cup dried cranberries, finely chopped
1 teaspoon salt, plus more as needed
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, plus more as needed

Directions

Preheat the oven to 450°F. Brush 1/2 tbsp of melted butter over and inside each squash halves, sprinkle with brown sugar, and season with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Place the halved squash inside facing up on a baking tray in the centre of the oven. Roast for 25 to 30 minutes or until just tender when pierced with a fork.

While the squash is in the oven, heat a large frying pan over medium heat with 1 tablespoon of butter.

With the butter beginning to foam, add the chopped onion, shallots, and celery, and season with salt and freshly ground black pepper, stirring to coat.

Cook for about 6-8 minutes, with an occasional stir, until the vegetables just begin to soften. Add the chopped basil leaves and cook for another minute, or until fragrant.

Remove vegetables from the stove top and stir in the cooked rice, chopped cashews, chopped cranberries, and salt and pepper.

Spoon the filling into the roasted squash halves, it will be about half a cup each, and drizzle some of the melted butter over top.

Place the squash on the baking tray and roast under the same oven temperature until it is completely tender and the edges begin to brown. About 20-25 minutes.

As The Leaves Dropped, She Said "Wha-Fell?"

"Wha-Fell?"

"What fell?"

Leaves, fluttering like feathers, rhythmical swayed back and forth as they descended from the trees this morning -

"Waffle!"

"Waffles for breakfast?"

The leftover pumpkin purée in the fridge has been my topping for everything since Thanksgiving, I've especially enjoyed it with plain yogurt in the mornings as the subtle, indulgent flavours complement added fruits such as apples or bananas. Oh, and don't forget the added serving of vegetables at the same time!

I've been admiring all the pumpkin baked goods at Starbucks, which I don't grab anymore, as I reluctantly pull my eyes away,

Focus on the hot drinks instead.

Except even those drinks don't maintain the true pumpkin taste I crave when the leaves begin to float through the air on their way to the ground, a complement to the cinnamon and nutmeg spices, and delicately embodying what I think fall is about. Comfort. Familiarity. Cherishing the moments.

This morning, my friend and I in oversized university sweaters from our sisters, slippers, and pyjamas, made tea to warm up with as mum and dad woke up and we decided about breakfast.

Fittingly, for the house was chilly when we awoke, I received a text from a friend that read,

'Hey its snowing!'

And in the grogginess of sleep I thought it was from a friend who lived nearby, and the possibility of it never crossed my mind. So, my friend and I leant far out the window with arms outstretched trying to find droplets, rain or snow, and wondering where she had gotten the notion of snow. To our dismay the air was clear of falling crystals, despite grey clouds above, and bundling back inside, tripping over one another to reach our sweaters, I realised the snow was falling much farther north, home to one friend and the source of the text.

It must be around -30° C where she lives, a temperature intolerable for me, as I find myself in sweaters, scarves, a big coat and mittens in the current 10° C and the thought of the inevitable -5° C of our winters frightening. But I will embrace it with a mug of tea in the morning and some gluten-free hot cereal, which I'm working on at the moment. Preparations for winter.

Saturday mornings are the perfect day for a cooked breakfast with family, as are Sundays, when everyone's home and all are ready to relax into a long morning that stretches into an afternoon filled with the repetition of pouring teapots and the flow of chatter at the table. Idle chatter about the week's events, and the island gossip; laughter as we poke fun, but also chatter about what might really be going on underneath the surface of those around us, and why things are always changing pace.

I've learnt time and time again that its best to open up, and never to let things simmer on high as they're bottled. The pot will boil over eventually. And breakfast, even if things aren't said directly, is the perfect time for the presence of those around to become the net to catch words, whether they be good, grieving, or ambiguously embedded and tied up in the need for others to decipher them.

Baking is a lot like watching the formation of secrets, the spices become buried underneath the complex configuration of other ingredients, masked in colour by the whiteness of flours, and hidden by the thickness of the batter. However, underneath each crust, muffin top or pastry shell, we know whats been added, although unknown to the baker are the chemical processes that undergo when heat is applied. The baker's apprentice, the bystander, can't yet understand the effect each ingredient, each addition, every cause, will have on the outcome, and the consequence triggered eventually. And like hurt that's been smothered as if a thick smog blanketed it once before, feelings eventually reveal themselves, all those hidden secrets, and all those forgotten spices come out again.

They give the cake it's name, make the muffin flavourful, desirable, as the secrets reveal themselves from under the shell.

So within these waffles I've added spices and pumpkin, a complementary pair, working heroes together, that make these waffles, and this breakfast, special. Memorable. They've made it what it is.

Gluten-Free Pumpkin Spice Waffles
Print recipe.

The moist and tender waffles can be altered to sport your favourite dried or fresh fruit, such as blueberries or peeled and diced apple, or even chocolate chips. Be happy with your creation.

Serves 6 to 8

Ingredients

250 g Gluten-Free Flour Mix
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg

3/4 pumpkin puree
4 tbsp grape seed oil
4 tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 eggs

2 - 2 1/2 c rice or almond milk

Directions

Heat up waffle iron and preheat oven to 180° F with a large plate inside. Combine all flour mix, baking powder and soda, and spices in a large bowl, set aside.

In another bowl, combine pumpkin, oil, sugar, vanilla and eggs.

Make and well in the centre of the dry ingredients and add wet ingredient, stir until mixed.

Slowly pour in rice or almond milk and stir constantly, add enough for batter to become thick and runny.

Spoon mixture into waffle iron and close, following cooking instructions specific to your waffle iron.

Transfer cooked waffles to a plate in the oven until all waffles are cooked.

Serve with maple syrup and slices of fresh apple or banana.

"Pea-Nutter Butter Cookie"

I can't even remember the last I time I had a good, homemade cookie.

Not the crunchy, flaky, type but a real, soft cookie. With the first bite into its moist centre I immediately remember those days mum and I would bake together, me as a little toddler, and my eyes couldn't yet see over the edge of the counter. It was before I became caught up in life outside of the comfort of my home, and the warmth of the kitchen where we baked.

There's one photo from my childhood that a freshly baked cookie, still warm from the clutches of the oven, reminds me of. It's in one of three photo albums from before digital cameras changed the process of documenting life neatly into books, right at the back where other photos of me with chicken pox remain. I laugh now at the contrast of one photo of me painfully lying in the bath tub, covered in red spots and looking extremely unhappy. Next to it, it's of me sitting happily atop the counter with a cookie dough covered spoon in my mouth and round cheeks full of happiness. My little belly full of cookie dough bulges, and flour and other ingredients have spilt around where I am sitting.

I must have loved cooking even as a young child, as another photo rests in my album of me sitting beside a cupboard in the kitchen, a bag of flour spilt across my lap, and an eager smile still gleaming across my face. My pink tights are barely visible under the whiteness of the flour, and it cascades across the floor.

A cookie is packed with love, its not to be unrecognised - it holds so much more than it appears. I mean, you give cookies to new neighbours as welcoming and make lifelong friends, cookies make perfect gifts, and they're always there to comfort and make a good day great. I remember when my best friend and I would spend the afternoon baking together at her house, enjoying the sweet smells wafting from the oven as we sat excitedly waiting for the timer's ring, rocking our feet back and forth as we sat on the counter recounting the first time we met. Biting into a cookie and reading gluten-free cooking blogs this afternoon, as the day became darker with heavy rain, I came upon this perfect quote from Karina of Gluten Free Goddess:

"A good cookie can make you smile, even after a tiresome, irritating day.  Yes, I know it's food not love. But a cookie can be. Love I mean. A kind of culinary hug, when baked with affection.

A good cookie might even bring you a kiss. Or tender arms of appreciation wrapped around your neck. A good cookie might even make you a new friend... A good cookie can make you feel like you belong."

And I did, sitting around the table with mum and dad, our cookies on a small plate in the centre, and mugs of tea in our hands. I felt perfectly relaxed at home. The day had been dark and rainy from the moment we awoke, the pitter patter of raindrops became the soundtrack to the day, a melody for naps in the afternoon and a comforting beat to read lines in our books.

I set to making cookies fearing that I would forget a vital ingredient again, at the very least that they wouldn't rise, or the very worst, not cook at all. However, using My Nana's Gluten-Free Flour Recipe and with a little patience, they came out in perfectly round shapes, even holding the designs on top, and tasting like every girls dream cookie. Every child's favourite cookie, and especially dad's favourite cookie, who recommended peanut butter when I wondered about what to bake.

Never neglect a need for a good cookie, it makes everything so much better. I swear.

Gluten-Free Peanut Butter Cookies
Adapted from King Arthur Flour's Peanut Butter Cookie Recipe
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If you want a smoother cookie, use smooth peanut butter, but I quite like the bits of peanuts in mine, they make for little crunchy bits. I'd like to try different types of butters for a different flavour next time too, maybe cashew, hazelnut, almond or a mix of two!

I used half butter and half shortening for this recipe, using all butter will cause the cookies to be crunchier and shortening will result in a much chewier and softer cookie. For a little in between, a soft interior with a bit of crunch, do as I have done below.

Makes between 20 and 24 cookies, depending on size.

Ingredients

40 mL shortening, I used vegan shortening for these cookies
1/4 c butter, or replacement
3/4 c brown sugar
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
3/4 c raw peanut butter

175 g Gluten-Free Flour Mix
1 tsp baking soda

Directions

Preheat the oven to 350°F and line a large baking sheet with parchment paper

In a large bowl beat together shortening, butter, brown sugar, egg, vanilla and peanut butter until smooth and thoroughly combined. If the butter and shortening is firm, microwave for 20 seconds to soften before adding other ingredients.

Add the gluten-free flour and baking soda, stirring to cover flour and then beat.

Pinch of small pieces of the dough and roll it into a ball with your hands, pressing it onto the baking sheet. Continue with the rest of the dough. With the edge of a fork press down to create little ridges and flatten the cookies.

Bake the cookies for 12 - 16 minutes, they will begin to brown at the edges but the tops should not. Remove them from the oven, and cool on a rack for 5 minutes.

Just Chai It

In the absence of school on Wednesday, I had the freedom of the whole day to myself. With adults at work, an act that usually leaves only the dog and cat to their own devices, comforted by a small stuffy or treat, the kids had their homes as their playgrounds for the day.

I awoke to the late morning sun streaming in, almost beckoning me to go outside with my dog more than her puss-in-boot-like eyes and nudging of my hands, which to her, must have held the "key" to the wall that opens.

However the cosiest pyjamas (in the world!) still hugged me warm, and it was nice to have escaped the tasks which usually muddled by thoughts and stirred up my priorities that followed a day of school.

I'm usually calmed by a well-baked muffin, one of my favourites, or a big mug of tea, that more than often contains a caffeine boost to get me back on my feet after school and to get ready for dance.

And being deprived of sleep by the Monday morning, I reached the afternoon on a low, with a severe deprivation of energy. The remedy? A quick trip across the block, a small wait in line, to the satisfying comfort of holding a hot cup, with the knowledge that in a while, I'll be bouncing back. And forth. And back. And forth... Which continued until the next day, keeping my eyes peeled, and my brain wide awake the entire time.

Luckily it was only just after midnight, but the clocks had still changed the date, a worry on my mind as time ticked closer the shrill of my alarm... 6 hours... 5 and a half... 5 hours...

With sleep blurring my focus and hazing the clarity of messages beeping on my phone, I set to cooking.

Breakfast IS the most important meal of the day after all.

The aromas of spices started to fill the kitchen, the juice of freshly sliced ginger remained on my hands, a better replacement for perfume, and intriguing the dog when she came near.

Her nose flicking up and down, and nostrils flaring.

Cardamom, my favourite spice, spilled on the counter, but added to the overall warmth of the smells around, and caused no blip of annoyance or anger at myself for causing such a mess, I was unwinding the coils of agitation. Each stretch smoothing out bumps from the last weeks.

I added the spices to the water in the saucepan and turned up the heat, the temperature rising in unison with the sounds from the radio, which were becoming clearer and clearer as the spices awoke my senses.

Homemade Chai Tea
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Comforting, soothing, and smooth. A drink well worth the small wait as you inhale the spices from the bubbling saucepan, invigorating the senses. For cold winter days, chilly September mornings, or as a gesture towards family and friends as they make their way in from work or school (*hint hint* mum!), this drink is the perfect thing to make, and look forward to, in any day.

Ingredients

2 1/2 c water

a pinch of ground cloves (I find the powder as a much stronger taste, which can make the drink end up bitter, therefore I use very little)
1 cinnamon stick
6 whole peppercorns
2 star anise
1 inch fresh ginger, sliced thinly
1 tsp cardamom seeds
2 peppermint teabags (or 2 tbsp peppermint tea leaves)

1 c almond milk (or alternative)
1 tbsp honey (optional)

Directions

Pour the water into a saucepan adding the spices and the tea bags. Bring to a boil.

Lower the temperature and simmer for 10 minutes on medium heat.

Pour in the almond milk and simmer for another 5 minutes.

Strain, and stir in honey. Add more almond milk or honey if desired.

Serves 2.


From so many chai teas, from recipe, and using the available spices in my house, I've become so accustomed to the strong flavours and no longer sweeten mine, instead I test the limits of my taste buds with different quantities of ginger, cardamom and cloves.

*Replacing the peppermint teabags with black tea will add a caffeine boost, but will make the chai darker, and may mask some of the flavours of the spices.