I spotted these muffins on a really great website back in May (per usual) and immediately wanted one. However, blackberries weren’t quite in season yet, and I didn’t have much time or reason to make muffins for no specific reason (tragic, I know). I was in the process of preparing to move home, where these photos were taken, and making yet another item to store just didn’t make sense. By the time I graduated, moved home, unpacked all of my cooking crap [confession: not everything is unpacked yet] the berries were in season and I was totally set….
As summer begins to set in, in weather and in the end of the school year (or in my case, the end of school, period) [JK THAT’S SO LAST MONTH], I find my cooking habits begin to shift with the season. I don’t want to actually cook anything, so much as I want lots of little cool salads to eat atop of bread. And I don’t want to buy them, so much as I’d like them to all be conveniently waiting for me in my fridge.Let’s rewind a few weeks: for the first and only time in my college career, I finished my exams, and effectively college, early this (past) semester. Seriously, come EVERY finals week, I would watch my friends gradually disappear from the library into the abyss of the ‘Sco and its PBR-filled glory. One time I even had it on a Saturday morning. SATURDAY. Saturday is for sleeping! [Or being hungover, if that’s your thing- I won’t judge] So when I realized my only exam was on a Wednesday, a whole THREE DAYS EARLY, I considered it KARMIC FUCKING PAYBACK. Excuse the rage, but c’mon, it was AWESOME. …
In my opinion, there are few things better than a good bloody mary. I started drinking them years ago (chill, they were alcohol-free at the time) when I worked as a hostess for brunch at a restaurant one summer. Unlike the servers or bussers, I was mostly stationed at the front, near the door, which meant I routinely went six hours without eating or drinking much. At best, I could sneak to the end of the bar to have a sip of water or coffee during slow points, but I was constantly hungry. So one day I decided to try out the bloody mary mix that I always watched the bartender make….