This post might also be aptly titled, “Blogging, finally.”
I know, it’s been quite the hiatus at Finding Tiffany’s. But can you blame us when the first day of September was like, yesterday?! ….We’re two weeks in, you say? Well then. It was a pretty speedy two weeks is all I’ll say about that.
Anyways, it must have been quite awhile, because one day I’m sweating up a storm at Lakewood Brewing Company and the next I’m driving to work clutching my travel mug of Yogi tea with the heat on, craving apple crisp and dreaming of reading curled under blankets on my couch, “fireplace” lit.
I’m pretty sure the ‘low’ that day was 80 degrees.
Okay, so maybe it’s not 100% fall yet in Texas, but I’m more than willing to look the other way if it means I get more of this:
It’s not all deliciousness, clothing and recurring imagined chilliness though. It’s also now officially and frustratingly dark during my normal morning workout hours. I’m pretty bitter about this.
Wanted: Workout buddy so I don’t have to worry about getting jumped in my friendly, idyllic neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning. Any takers?
Doing your own taxes is an adulthood rite of passage all must face at some point or another…unless you happen to be one of those girls whose dad does it for you until you get married, at which point your husband does it for you.
I am not one of those girls.
Entering the “Adults who do their own taxes” club is particularly celebratory because of how deeply I dread it each year. Last year I was supposed to do my own taxes, only to practically cause my phone water damage from tearfully calling my dad until he took pity on me. But this year, I vowed to confront my fear of taxes like the independent, most-of-the-time intelligent woman I am…after months of procrastination of course.
I can’t really explain my somewhat irrational fear of taxes, but it probably has something to do with the shaming from seeing my total made versus the total in my bank account, the fact that I literally don’t understand a word of IRS-speak, the frustration from not understanding, the feeling of stupidity that follows for getting so terribly lost in those forms and the pressure of sending it off to the government, who I hear could really make my life hell if I screw it up. It’s all an awful lot for a perfectionist to take.
Despite my best efforts, some tears and multiple phone calls to my boyfriend, bank and TurboTax later, I finally filed my own taxes. Now let’s just hope I did them correctly?
It’s enough to make a girl stress eat, but my allergy elimination diet (ONE more week!) has me avoiding a lot of my typical edible solutions. Fruit is pretty much my only allowed source of sweetness, so I adapted my favorite low-fat pie crust recipe to make fruit turnovers. This recipe is gluten-free, dairy-free / vegan and added sugar free, so eat, eat eat away!
- 1 1/3 cup Gluten-Free Flour (I used Bob’s Red Mill Mix)
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/2 tsp cinnamon
- 1/3 cup oil
- 3 tablespoons non-dairy milk (I used flax milk)
- 1 tsp vanilla
- Fruit of your choice (I used peaches, strawberries and blackberries)
- Slice your desired fruit up into small bits.
- Mix the dry ingredients in a medium – large bowl.
- Mix the wet ingredients in a small bowl.
- Pour wet ingredients into dry ingredients and mix well – It should look just like pie crust dough now, so if it’s still crumbly add equal parts milk (for crisp flakiness) and oil (for soft, anti-crumbliness) until it is malleable and crumble-free.
- Roll out the dough and use a small bowl to cut the bottom of the turnover out. Sometimes this dough is hard to maneuver, so I rolled mine very thin straight on the cooking pan sheet.
- Place your fruits of choice in the center of the dough circles on the pan.
- Peel the remaining dough off the pan and roll out on your counter to cut the turnover tops out with a slightly larger bowl. The tops will probably need to be rolled thicker than the bottoms and picked up with a spatula so they don’t rip.
- Seal with a fork pressed around the edges, then cook at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for about 20 minutes. You may want to bake them for an additional 5 minutes at 425 or 450 for extra crispness (I did).
Enjoy your basically healthy treats and cheers to ten months of no taxes!
Why is it that waking up on a weekday feels like getting slapped with bricks of death and on the first Saturday in a month when I have nothing to do I wake up at 8:30 a.m. ready to seize the day? (You’re welcome for the Newsies reference.)
According to Italians (which I am) and Eat Pray Love (which I love), la dolce far niente means the sweetness of doing nothing, of just embracing and enjoying the fullness of life as it comes:
This is exactly me! Often, I feel I spend the work week thinking about all the things I’d like to do for fun and like to accomplish…and then the weekend rolls around and I get very lazy with my spare time. No more.
Of course, my type-A self can’t help but make a few “plans” for my weekend of no plans. Here’s what I’m hoping my weekend will look like:
If I’m feeling extra ambitious I may even start and finish Perks of Being a Wallflower (I’m absolutely in love with the movie and can’t believe I still haven’t actually read the book) and go on a run around White Rock Lake or Katy Trail…
What are you doing to embrace and enjoy your weekend?