SFH's [semi-new] Churro flavor is absurd. It's like this magical flavor bomb of cinnamon all up in your palate. I've been quite heavy handed with it as of late, dumping it in nearly every smoothie or bowl of oatmeal I've made over the last few months. Last week, when I was in the mood for a frappuccino (and was obviously way too lazy to go out and get one), adding a scoop of my beloved churro was an obvious addition to my chocolate-laden frozen treat. It's protein-packed, clean and so refreshing! I'll definitely turn to this recipe frequently throughout the summer.
Well it's been a hot minute since I've given you something delicious to feast on, but I'm not sorry because I've just come back from the most glorious vacation in Italy. Since it's no longer acceptable for me to east pasta twice a day, drink wine like I'm hooked up to a steady IV, or pound pastries and chocolate with a morning cappuccino, I'm pretty much in denial. A big ole' group of Amato's, plus a few other street urchins (otherwise referred to as our significant others), flew back to the motherland to celebrate our Nonna's 90th birthday. My god that woman has aged well. I'm telling you...that laid back, cheese-filled Italian way of life is basically a real-time Fountain of Youth.
It's been more than a week since I've given you a recipe - apologies. I've just been busy memorializing the death of my youth...which some would call "celebrating my 26th birthday." I fully acknowledge that anyone reading this over the age of 26 probably wants to punch me in the face, but I'm not really writing about the number. I'm more so calling attention to the shifts that seem to start around the 26 year mark. They aren't necessarily bad, they're basically just qualities that my 22 year-old self would roll her eyes and scoff at. Turning 26 is like trading in your fun, old Jeep Wrangler for a sub-compact Toyota Camry. Bear with me.
I love my Instant Pot. I've said it before, but this thing is magic. Being able to make a full blown, one pot meal in bulk in a swift 30 minutes by basically just pressing a button makes life so much easier. Join me in the pursuit of witchcraft and make this asian-inspired tenderloin. It's about as easy, healthy and delicious as pork tenderloin gets. No fuss. Just marinade, toss it in the pot and let your IP do its thang.
I just love a prideful Italian...it doesn't matter if you're first gen or if your father's mother's second cousin lived in Italy for one summer "back in the day" - any connection to Italy means that you've, at some point or another, bragged to someone (who, let's be clear, probably wasn't impressed) that your bloodstream is largely comprised of tomato sauce and pecorino. I'll unapologetically lump myself into the crowd who loves claiming the Italian heritage.
The convenience of overnight oats has saved me on a number of occasions. They've become a Wednesday ritual for me, since I'm up at the @$$ crack of dawn to coach my morning MADabolic class.