Gooood mooooorning! Breakfast is calling. Can you hear it? It’s beckoning us to lay aside the toast, the bowl of cereal, or the notion of skipping breakfast (how do those people survive the day?) and to have a breakfast that promises to take away the winter ho-hums. Say hello to your new sheet pan breakfast.
Hello gorgeous salad, with sweet, vibrant persimmons, creamy chunks of avocado, all nestled into a bed of snappy arugula and topped with salty feta and chopped pistachios for a bit of unexpected but welcomed crunch. And don’t forget the so very simple lemon vinaigrette. I’m crushing so hard on this salad right now.
THIS POST IS SPONSORED BY THE OREGON RASPBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COMMISSION I was going to create a post for you called “Pass Me Some Tasty’s 2019 Holiday Gift Guide” because, if you remember from my last post, I may have promised you one. With delicata squash included. For the kids’ stockings, of course, which you should…
Roasting vegetables is synonymous with Fall. Especially roasting squash. And yes, Fall is also the changing colors of the leaves, and setting our clocks back (which I pretty much loathe and still haven’t adjusted to, anyone else?), and pumpkin spice, and sweaters, and dogs wearing sweaters (<–DEFINITELY Fall vibes). But that’s all beside the point….
Roasted Mashed Garlic Cauliflower. It’s creamy, and roasty, and garlicky with a slightly nutty flavor, and a way to get your kids to eat vegetables when their food group preferences consist of all things white and tan. Winner, winner, cauliflower dinner. And don’t even look at me with that questioning side-eye. This is not that…
Baked FRITTATAAAAA…Ah.AAh.AAAA…! We need to bring frittatas back into our lives. Make them the cool kid at breakfast again. Also because I like the word. FREE-TA-TAS. Noooo, C’MON people. NOT LIKE THAT. We’re keeping our bras on. (I think I just embarrassed the one dude who reads my blog.)
Pesto is the besto. Especially the homemade kind. You could buy a jar of pre-made sun-dried tomato pesto at the store but it’s not going to make you weep tears of joy and prompt you to prance around your kitchen on your tippy-toes as the homemade stuff will.