my head hurts and everything smells like berries...
Raspberry-Cashew Cream Cheese Pinwheels
in a Coconut Oil Crust.
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Did you ever have one one of those delayed hangover mornings where you don't realize the full extent of your hungover-ness until you undertake a way too massive baking project? C'mon, anyone? This is not a situation I find myself in too frequently as of late; sadly (?) my reckless "party like a rock star all night then bake vegan treats all morning" days are waning. But the weekend will ALWAYS call for baked goods and in that two day span I will, on occasion, go a little to hard at the brown liquor. And yeah, on some mornings those two things can create slightly unpleasant overlap. Last Saturday was a full day and night of social consumption but I jumped out of bed the next morning bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and almost annoyingly pumped to make use of my handpicked raspberry haul from the previous week. I had battled many a bee for those perfect little berries and they were destined for greatness. So tea was made and dough was cranked out like nobody's business. Then the fatigue set in. My eyeballs started to feel dry and the thought of continuing to move my body in any way at all became massively unappealing. But I was already in too deep, raspberry pinwheels were the chosen course of action for the morning and there was no turning back. The rest was a blur of whirring food processor blades, berry-stained fingers and uncontrollable sweating, but at the end there they were.
All pink and swirly, and totally worth it.
This is life in the fast lane, my friends.
It's not for everyone, but for those that can handle it...
Party like an aging rock star, make raspberry pinwheels, rest, repeat as necessary.
Or sub out the whole party thing and just make the damn pinwheels.
Your head will hurt way less and there are still delicious baked goods at the end.
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| do what the sign says. |
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seasonal rituals: u-pick at sunshine farm in sherborn, ma.
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