Singing in the Rain

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Yesterday morning, I got up at 5:30 for work as I usually do.  As a barista, I’m often up between 4:30 and 5:30, stumbling to my bathroom in the pitch blackness to clumsily apply my winged eyeliner and blow dry my bangs before rushing out of the house to beat the morning traffic.  All of this happens pre-coffee, which is the real accomplishment if you ask me.

However, yesterday morning was *extra* special due to the howling, gusting wind banging my rose bushes against my window and causing my house to creak, which of course led to “holyshitholyshitholyshit there’s someone trying to get into my house” anxiety attacks all night long.  While laying in bed wide awake for a majority of my night, I was very aware that my power was going to be off when I got up in the morning.  Once I had confirmed this hypothesis, I proceeded to have a romantic, iPhone-flashlight lit face wash and teeth-brushing session before finally accepting that 1. There was no way I was going to put on makeup by iPhone light and 2. My bangs sticking straight up in the air were not going to cooperate without the use of a blow dryer.

So off to work I went, makeup and hair utensils packed up so I could squeeze in some bang-loving (tee-hee) in the bathroom before starting my morning tasks.  Walking out to my car, I was thoroughly sketched out considering if was foggy as all hell and the street lights were completely out.  Again, using the light of my iPhone (why don’t I have any damn flashlights in this place?), I walked up to my car.  From the meek light of my phone, I notice a big, shiny, white head in the window of my car.  And I freak out, because obviously some creep-o broke into my car, right?  And I consider running, but I don’t know where.  And I have a full on moment of fight or flight.  And then I realize it’s just my huge, white, shiny forehead that I’m not used to seeing, because again, bangs.

It’s at this point that I realize that I really have no place in this world being an adult since I can’t even handle creaky sounds in my house, and I’m afraid of the dark.  But honestly ya’ll, I try.

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“Umbrella-about-to-fly-away” face.

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After a particularly strange morning and hectic day at work, I was so ready to come home and relax with some tea and a movie.  Rainy weather is my absolute favorite ever (even though I can live without any wind), so I take all rainy day opportunities to bake, read magazines, listen to my “rainy day” music, play piano, and cuddle with big blankets and tea.  I also love any opportunity to wear my cutest fall clothing and use my umbrella!

P.S. I should really post my “rainy day” playlist on here.  Really, really I need to step it up with the music sharing around here.  Another thing to add to the blogging list!

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Really digging how my camera focused on the raindrops instead of me.

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Outfit details: Dress: old (thrifted) • Shoes: Lucky brand • Jacket: old (thrifted) • Beanie: Target • Necklace: gifted • Socks: Primark • Tights: Target (old) • Umbrella: Target

Have a beautiful, rainy day my lovely readers ♥

XO Sara Lynn

*Song of the Day: Master of None by Beach House

Pear & Ginger Galette

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Sometimes I yearn for the kind of life that involves an airy, brightly-lit house on a large, green property surrounded by a variety of fruit bushes, trees, roots, and stalks.  In my little dream, I don’t necessarily have a job per se, unless by “job” we’re talking something along the lines of “fruit-picker who makes artisan pies and breads and fresh salads while experimenting with ingredients all day”.  Then yeah, that’s my job.  Also, I wear a lot of sun dresses and big floppy hats.

Oh!  Lastly, and I don’t want to ask for too much here, but since this is a dream after all, my life would include a flannel-beard partner who plays guitar and makes me pour-overs and we have at least 2 dogs.

It’s precisely at the flannel-beard-dog moment that I realize this dream is not very realistic, mostly because 1. nice flannel-beards who play guitar and make pour-overs are hard to come by these days and 2. I really like my big-city-luxuries, including easy to find specialty coffee shops, great bars and restaurants, and 24/7 access to a grocery store, even if those “big city-luxuries” are in the BLC itself.  However, a dream is a dream is a dream, and I still like to think about it now and again.

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My dream was re-inspired the other day while I was walking my parents’ property, picking fresh apples and pears from their newly acquired fruit trees (from their newly acquired house, go figures).  Stumped over what to do with a million half-ripe pears, I decided to follow my go-to philosophy surrounding fruit and all foods in general:

Turn it into a *pie.

Turn everything into a pie.

If you’re going to cheat on your **healthy-eating pact, you should just really go for it and eat pie, right?  Say it with me: Right!  And on that sentiment, I went to work kneading pie dough, slicing pears, and grating ginger.  What resulted was probably one of the best desserts – no, recipes – I’ve made to date.  Oh pie, I ♥ you.

*If we’re going to get all technical here, it’s actually a galette.  I don’t discriminate against anything with pie dough.

**As far as the healthy eating pact goes, I mean, there’s pears in this, ya know?)

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Before I give you the recipe, I must say one more thing:  Remember when I gave you pie recipes multiple times in the past claiming to have hold on the best pie dough recipe of all time?  Remember how I alwaaaaays give you the recipe but never give you a tutorial?  Yeah, it happened again.  I’m the worst.  But I swear to you all so soon, I will have a step-by-step!  Let me just say that, as an early-twenty-something single woman, it’s hard to find people who 1. like cooking as much as you do (because early-twenty-somethings can’t cook anything but ramen as it turns out), which means your friends can’t demonstrate as you take pics or 2. use your very particular photography techniques or know how to use a nice camera in general.  But no worries, my friends, I already have someone lined up to help a sista out (literally…it’s my brother).  Pie dough dreams will arrive momentarily.

But for now, here’s a written step-by-step and one of my favorite desserts I’ve made to date ♥  Thanks for dealing with the crazy.

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*Note: I forgot to include this in the recipe card, but I highly recommend serving the galette with butter pecan, salted caramel, or classic vanilla bean ice cream.  Butter pecan was my choice, but any of those will go!  If you’re not an ice cream person, in which case, I don’t know if we can be friends (just kidding kind of), but a little whipped cream does the trick.

XO Sara Lynn

*Song of the Day: Flowers in Your Hair by The Lumineers

Apple of My Eye

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Over the weekend, my friends and I made the 2.5 hour drive to Apple Hill, a large co-op of orchards, wineries, and markets that CA and NV locals frequently visit once fall makes its breezy return.  Although I had heard about it many a time in previous seasons, I had never actually made the trip until this year.  And yeah, I’ve been missing out!  It’s the pumpkin-patch-apple-picking-fall-crazed-plaid-scarf-wearing-hard-cider-loving-redhead-fringe-girl’s dream.  Although if we’re being honest, it takes no convincing to get me to go anywhere with beautiful greenery and fresh produce.

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Although there is a whole entire map of places to visit in Apple Hill, we visited a few favorites like Kid’s Inc, Rainbow Orchards, and Jack Russell Brewery (not listed on the map).  Kid’s Inc has the most beautiful, green field overlooking their orchard, and it’s the perfect place to have a picnic and enjoy a hard cider from Delfino Family Farm.  If you’re looking for a good place to buy unique pumpkins and a variety of fruits like apples, pears, and nectarines, Rainbow Farms has so many options at a great price!  They also have the best apple cider donuts and gallons of fresh pressed apple cider.  After our pumpkin-search, we visited a local orchard to grab a few apples – they were pretty picked over, but we still had fun hiking around the orchard with our little picker and buckets!  We ended our day at Jack Russell Brewery, which is not associated with Apple Hill but is right next to all the apple-fun.  There is both a brewery and a “cave” that serves wine, hard apple cider, and mead.  My friends enjoyed the mead-hard apple cider mixed option, but I was more interested in the hard blackberry apple cider.  Everything is made on-premises, and I love that their ciders are dry unlike many store-bought brands.  They have the most lovely patio for relaxing and enjoying your drink overlooking their farm and llamas!

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A happy, little geek with her apple picker.

My only recommendation would be to bring a picnic lunch or some snacks!  Although there are plenty of amazing apple dessert options, the food is pretty limited.  We went on a Friday, so it was a little less busy, but I’ve heard they have lots of food options on the weekends – however, it is pretty standard fair food, and there are so many beautiful places to bring a picnic basket!

For directions, click here.

If you’re looking for a way to use all of your apples, I’ve got you covered 😉

XO Sara Lynn

*Song of the Day: I Don’t Wanna Be Funny Anymore by Lucy Dacus