garnished toast

Swirly avocado toast topped with seeds and lime
1 avocado
Lime juice
Optional: olive oil
Blend these ingredients together until a smooth mayo-like consistency

Dollop on toast (I used spelt and rye bread)
In spaced out blobs and do the same with some plain yoghurt
Swirl about with a chop stick
Sprinkle seeds ( I have a mix of flax, pumpkin and sunflower

Garnish and boom 💥 avocado 🥑 toast for winners

Supernatural Drinks

For your Supernatural themed soirée or to help you cope with season finales, here are some drinks and cocktails to aid in your inebriation. 

French Connection
1 pt. Cognac
1 pt. Grand Marnier
Serve in a Snifter glass and prepare for an alternate dimension.

Silver Bullet
2 oz Vodka
‘splash’ Scotch
Serve on the Rocks. Will not cure lycanthropy, but you may be howling at the moon later.

Dean Martini
2 oz Ketel One vodka
Shake & strain, serving in a Martini glass and garnish with an olive. Wearing a suit from the 40s is not required, but highly encouraged.

Little Devil
1 oz Gin
1 oz  Rum
.5 oz Triple Sec
1 pz Sweet & Sour
Shake & strain; serve in a cocktail glass. There’s a little devil in all of us.

Black Devil
2 oz Rum
.25 oz Vermouth
Shake & strain; serve in a cocktail glass and garnish with a black olive. Sip with class and cackle maniacally while petting your invisible dog.

Angel Martini
1.5 oz Vodka
.5 oz Frangelico
Shake & strain; serve in a cocktail glass. Because even Angels are a little bit nutty.

Angel’s Delight
.5 oz Triple Sec
.5 oz Sloe Gin
.5 Cream
‘splash’ Grenadine
Shake & strain; serve in a cocktail glass. For our “lover not a fighter” Angel: Gabriel.

1 oz Whiskey
1 oz Amaretto
5 oz Coffee
Serve on the rocks while looking over your shoulder. Repeatedly.

Angel’s Tit
.75 oz Crème de Cacao
.75 oz Cream
Layer in shot glass and garnish with a cherry. Toast (or not) in honor of all the angel twits out there making life extremely hard for the Winchesters.

Adios Mother F***er
.5 oz Vodka
.5 oz Gin
.5 oz Rum
.5 oz Blue Curacao
Fill with Sweet & Sour/ 7up
Serve on ice in a collins glass. Perfect for unwinding after a difficult exorcism.

Rusty Nail
1 oz Scotch
1 oz Drambuie
Serve on the rocks. Rusty, crusty, and scotch whisky? A drink for your favorite salvage yard hunter and resident paranoid bastard.

Shady Lady
.75 oz Tequila
.75 oz Melon Liqueur
Fill with grapefruit juice
Serve on the rocks and garnish with a lime or cherry. Choose wisely.

Silk Panties
1 oz Peach Schnapps
.5 oz Vodka
Fill with cranberry juice
Serve on the rocks. Keep it a secret that you only reveal to yourself to prove that you are yourself.

1 oz Rum
.5 oz Dark Rum
.5 oz 151 Rum
2 oz pineapple juice
2 oz orange juice
Serve on the rocks. Salt & burns are not recommended after as you will be highly flammable.

1 pt Light Rum
1 pt White Rum
1 pt passion fruit juice
Juice of a lime
1 tsp of sugar (optional)
Shake & strain into wine goblet. Toss empty lime shell into drink if feeling sassy. Leave out the sugar if you’re feeling bold.

Eye of the Tiger
1 pt Light Rum
1 pt Malibu
1 pt cranberry juice
1 pt lemon juice
1 pt orange juice
1 pt Simple Syrup
.5 pt Dark Rum
Shake (except the last ingredient, the Dark Rum) & serve over ice in a highball glass. Sprinkle Dark rum on top and garnish with an orange slice. Lip synch to said song on top of a black 1967 Chevy Impala.

Angel Face
1 pt Gin
1 pt Apricot Brandy
1 pt Calvados
Shake & Strain into cocktail glass and garnish with lemon. Said to be a strong, “dry and bracing” drink but with a touch of nutty sweetness.
AKA: Castiel

Soul Kiss
1 pt Red Dubonnet
1 pt Sweet Red Vermouth
1 pt Dry Vermouth
1 pt orange juice
Shake & strain into wine goblet and garnish with a slice of orange. Drink while waiting for your OTP to come on screen.

Legion Of Bloom

For drink:

  • 1 ½ ounces silver cachaca (Novo Fogo used here)
  • ¾ ounce lavender syrup (recipe below)
  • ¾ ounce lime juice
  • 2 tablespoons cream of coconut (unsweetened, pure coconut cream; not Coco Lopez)
  • ½ ounce Dolin Genepy
  • 2-3 dashes Scrappy’s lavender bitters
  • Toasted coconut, for garnish (optional)

For lavender syrup:

  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 cup water
  • ¼ cup dried culinary lavender

To make drink:

Combine everything but the garnish in a blender with a good handful of ice. Blend until smooth. Garnish with toasted coconut, if desired.

To make lavender syrup:

Bring water, sugar, and lavender to a boil in a medium saucepan. Lower heat and simmer for 10 minutes, then allow to cool to room temperature. Strain well.

Cheesy Bruschetta Eggs

This was our delicious breakfast from the garden today. We have five kinds of tomatoes growing; Cherokee Purple, Sun Gold, Patio, Sweetie, and Isis Candy. They’re all delicious. I never get sick of home grown tomatoes cooked with a little garlic, fresh basil and melted cheese. Yum! Here’s how to make this easy and healthy dish.

Heat oven to 400. Chop tomatoes into a small casserole dish. Add a little minced garlic, salt and pepper, basil leaves and a drizzle of olive oil. Bake until bubbly. Remove from the oven, add shredded cheese and bake a few minutes more until the cheese melts.

Meanwhile: In a skillet, saute 1 chopped shallot in a little butter or olive oil. Cook until it starts to caramelize. Add chopped fresh spinach and basil leaves, or any greens and herbs you have growing in your garden. Season with celery salt and pepper.

Scramble a few eggs. Scoot the wilted greens aside and cook the scrambled eggs. Combine the greens with the eggs. Toast some bread. 

Serve the spinach eggs with the melted tomato compote, toast, and garnish with a few chopped olives, or not. Some people in my family hate olives. I love them. This was my plate. Yum.

Meyer Lemon French Toast

Yum, this was our delectable breakfast today. Our Meyer lemon tree is covered with ripe lemons right now. Meyer lemons are sooo delicious. They’re sweet and very fragrant, with hints of tangerine and grapefruit. I bought the Dwarf Meyer Lemon tree that’s growing in our yard when we first moved to Southern California from the frosty freezy mid west. I chose a dwarf variety because we were living in an apartment at the time, and gardening on a balcony. I love that this tree moved with us to all the different places we’ve lived since we been here. This tree is about 3 feet tall and 3 feet wide, but produces lots of fruit. It grew in a wine barrel for the first 3 years we had it, now it’s planted in the ground. 

I made the lemon sauce for this French toast as an experiment in case I’m ever on Chopped.

Ted: “What will you make with bread, bacon, eggs and Meyer lemons?”

Me: IhavenomotherfuckingideaMeyerlemonfrenchtoastwithasideofbacon?

Ted: “You have 20 minutes.”

This actually did take only about 20 minutes to make. So if you’re ever on chopped, feel free to use this recipe.

Cook bacon on med high heat until crispy. Mmmm bacon.

Scramble 3 eggs in a shallow bowl, add ¼ cup milk or cream, pinch of kosher salt and 1 tsp vanilla extract. Heat a pan with a little butter. Dip the bread in the egg wash, let it soak a minute, and cook in butter on both sides until cooked through.

In a separate sauce pan, melt 1 tblsp butter, add the juice of 1 Meyer lemon and 2 tablespoons organic sugar. Cook until the sugar melts. Zest a second Meyer lemon, squeeze the juice into a cup and whisk in ½ tsp corn starch. Add the corn starch slurry to the melted butter mixture and whisk over low heat until it thickens. Taste. If it’s too tart add a little more sugar to taste. Serve the lemony syrup on your French toast, garnish with Meyer lemon zest and organic powdered sugar and a side of crispy bacon. Yum!


Today, I “taught” fourth grade how to make ส้มตำ (papaya salad) a.k.a. I taught them the English vocabulary words and they taught me how to make it. This is my favorite food and I buy it almost every day from a food truck in front of my school. Here’s the recipe:

1. Using a mortar and pestle, crush 3 cloves garlic and Thai bird chilies. (I like 3 chilies, but the kids like TEN!)

2. Add two handful of shredded papaya and crush.

3. Add a sliced tomato, a couple broken-up green beans, juice from one lime, 2 tablespoons dried shrimp, 2 tablespoons fish sauce, and 2 tablespoons sugar (preferably palm sugar, but whatever). Crush well, taste, and adjust the seasoning.

4. Garnish with toasted peanuts. Serve with grilled chicken and sticky rice. YUM

anonymous asked:

“im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask” au I saw this on a list and the word chocolate made me think of laura. CAN YOU OR SOMEBODY WRIE THIS


You have seen a lot of stuff as a bartender. You’ve seen fist fights, bar magic of all kinds, and, once, someone thought it was a good idea to spit fire–which backfired and ended with the guy having to go to the hospital. He still shows up sometimes. You and your co workers have taken to calling him ‘smoky joe’. 

But, for some reason, nothing makes you turn your head faster than the brunette walking through the doors, plunking down at the bar stool barefoot, and stating: “Chocolate volcano, please.” 

Okay, first of all: you don’t know what a chocolate volcano is. 

Second of all: you don’t know what it is about this girl–maybe it’s the fact that she looks so innocent, and depressed. You feel like she would never be in a bar if something bad hadn’t just happened. Especially barefoot. 

Third: you’ve seen way too many people do something they regretted because they wanted to drown their sorrows in alcohol. And this sad little puppy dog cinnamon roll did not look like she could handle the consequences. 

You improvise. Chocolate volcano. So…chocolate. You find some milk and chocolate syrup. So, basically, chocolate milk. But that won’t fly, so you grab some ice cream from the kitchen and scoop some vanilla into the glass. 

Garnish: toasted coconut. 

Whipped cream: a truly alarming amount. 

Finish it off: it’s a big glass. You drop a hershey bar in there because why not. 

You plunk the glass in front of the girl. “Here you go, cutie. One chocolate volcano.” 

At this point she’s sitting, face down on the bar top. She lifts her head, grabs the glass, and sips. Her face immediately perks up. 

“Oh my God, this is amazing. This is the best thing I’ve ever had to drink.” 

“Thanks, buttercup.” You lean in on the counter. 

“I don’t even drink, normally, I don’t like the taste,” she continues to babble, munching on the hershey bar, “But I can’t even taste the alcohol! What’s in it?” 

“Uh…vodka. Straight up vodka.” 

She wrinkles her nose. “Wow, so this is actually pretty strong, right?” 

“Oh, yeah. Surprised you’re not already a little buzzed.” 

“I might be. Well, I just got dumped, so,” Laura downs the rest of the glass, “I could use some vodka right about now. Can I have another?” 

Ah, so there was the reason she was so upset. “Coming right up, cutie.” 

She has about ten more over the course of the night. 

“I AM SO DRUNK RIGHT NOW.” Laura says, slamming down another finished glass. 

Okay, so the placebo effect is pretty strong with this one. 

“…I am cutting you off,” you answer. 

“Oh, come on. One more.” She tries to climb over the bar top; you push her back. 

“For Christ’s sake, it didn’t even have alcohol!” 

“…Wait, what?” 

“It’s just chocolate milk with vanilla ice cream and toasted coconut!” 

“Are you serious?” She sits back down on the bar stool. “Why didn’t you give me the alcohol?” 

“Well, for one thing, I don’t even know what the fuck a chocolate volcano is.” 

“It is a very common cocktail to order at bars!” 

“Yeah, if you’re at a high class bar, this is called the Anglerfish, what did you expect from it?” 

“And you didn’t put vodka in the drink because…?” 

“…You are cute, and I didn’t want you to do something you would regret in the morning.” 

“I can’t believe I spent fifty dollars on chocolate mi–wait.” She stares at you. “Did you just say I’m cute?” 

“Did you say nine drinks ago that you just broke up with your girlfriend?” 

“Well, yeah, that’s why this kind of ego boost is pretty welcome right now.”

“Then, yeah, you are cute. As in mildly pleasing to the eye. And was calling you ‘cutie’ not enough of an indicator that I thought this?” 

“I was pretty buzzed on sugar, to be honest.” 

You laugh. 

“Hey, you’re only being nice for a tip, aren’t you?” 

“I’m being nice because you amuse me, mystery girl.” 


“Laura it is, then.” 

Laura’s eyelids grow heavy. “Oh my God, the sugar crash is kicking in. Thank God I don’t have a hangover on top of it.” She pulls some money out of her pocket. “Thank you for looking out for me.” 

“Anytime. One question in return?” 


“Why no shoes?” 

“…I kind of left in a hurry. And I threw them at her before I left.” 

That makes you laugh more. 

“And then I walked here, so I think I should call a cab. Can I ask you something?” 

“Such as?” 

She slips the receipt to you. “Please write down the recipe for that chocolate volcano.” 

You get an idea. You grab it, and go to the back to find a pen. When you get back you see that Laura has fallen asleep. Sugar crash, indeed. 

“Oh, God…” 

You call a cab. When it shows up you tap her gently on the shoulder. 


“Your cab, cutie. I checked your licence for the address.” 

“Oh. Thanks…” 

She gets up and walks out in a sleepy daze. 

“Wait!” You chase after her. She’s wearing a shirt with a breast pocket. You tuck the receipt there. “Here.” 

“Thanks.” She stumbles in the seat of the cab. When she unfolds the note, you wish you could see the look on her face. 

Recipe for a chocolate volcano: 

Call me at the number below and I’ll tell you. ;) Bartending is complicated and this needs to be done in person, afterall. 

My name’s Carmilla, by the way.