January 30, 2013

The Sweetest Thing

























Sometimes we all could use a little dose of awesomeness. A little while back when mindlessly surfing around the internet I found this website that featured pictures of baby animals. I am not normally a cat person {I clearly prefer dogs, especially my own}, but something about the above picture stole my heart. What a cute little kitty! Anyways, enjoy the sweet little baby animals....

Photo Credit: Bored Panda

January 29, 2013

Eyebrow Anxiety


























Trying to save some money, I recently stopped having my eyebrows professionally waxed. I figured this would be no issue, as when I was in high school I used to pluck my own eyebrows. Well. high school was a long time ago, and apparently over the years between then and now I lost my nerve. Many times I would look at my refection and take note of the fact that my eyebrows were slowing becoming unkempt, and not that long ago I settled on the fact that they had officially become out of control. But despite my analysis of the state of my bushy eyebrows, I still couldn't bring myself to raise the tweezers and pluck them back into perfection.

My anxiety was born from the fact that it is very easy to mess up eyebrows, and I really didn't want to have to live with my mistake literally displayed on my forehead. Though I did pluck my own eyebrows in high school, this is not to say that I did a good job. Rather, my amateur plucking skills came from the fact that my mother didn't want me to pluck/wax/remove them at all and refused to help me in my endeavor to clean up my uni-brow, so I was forced to take matters into my own hands. My 'eyebrow lady' has been faithfully working since then to fix the mistakes that I made in my youth, as I sadly over-plucked.

Anyways, I clearly didn't want to mess up my eyebrows so I was incredibly hesitant to do anything to them, but I was also pretty anxious about the fact that they looked so messy and unkempt. I finally took the plunge this weekend and plucked them. I figured that they already looked bad, growing all over my forehead, so plucking them into two, hopefully even lines would be an improvement  even if I screwed them up. They aren't perfect, but considering that I did them myself and I am out of practice, they look pretty good. In fact, if I wasn't writing this post you might not have known that I did them myself {or so I hope!}.

Photo Credit: eHow Style

January 26, 2013

High Maintenance





























Earlier this month I talked about how I have reduced the amount of makeup that I wear on a daily basis, in favour of a more natural and naked face. I love makeup, but I was getting tired of always having the feeling of something on my skin, and the worry that the slightest touch against my cheek would result in a streaky appearance or the dreaded orange line.

I never really wore a ton of makeup as I prefer the more natural look to the overly made up face, and quite frankly, as I am not  a morning person I often don't have a lot of time to apply a ton of different products. I want to look great in under 5 minutes; I don't want to have to spend hours labouring to achieve a great but very painted face. I don't want to be high maintenance.

Speaking of which, I read an excellent article last week that discusses the exact issue that I am talking about. Rather than trying to re-hash the original here for you, I will simply direct to you the article, which humourously discusses the benefits of becoming high maintenance. Enjoy!

Photo Credit: All Women Stalk

January 25, 2013

I Am A Hot Mess

























Today was one of those days that make you cringe and wish you had never gotten out of bed. It didn't start that way, and for the first few hours of my day I was right on track. I got up at a decent time {which is impressive} and I made my breakfast and lunch, pulled together a cute but warm outfit, and did my hair and makeup perfectly. I brushed off my car, pleased that the snow came off without needing to be scraped, and hopped in and had a pleasant drive to work.

It all went straight to hell when I pulled into the parking lot and realized that I had left my work laptop at home. Let me explain the gravity of this situation to you: I live approximately 40 kms from my office. Typically in good traffic this drive takes me about 45 minutes, and today I had the pleasure of a quick drive in. But the later I leave my house, the more time traffic has to accumulate. So not only would returning home to retrieve my laptop suck as it would mean literally reversing my just-completed 40 km drive, but it would mean that on my way back to the office I would be stuck in terrible traffic that would double or triple my 45 minute commute. Compounding this problem was the fact that I had to attend a meeting at a satellite office, which was 40 km away from my office, in the opposite direction of my house. I had an hour and a half to go home, get my laptop, and then drive back past my office and out to the satellite office. Normally, for a drive of this length at this time of day I would afford myself at the very least 2 hours, sometimes more.

Not having the luxury of time, I started my car and drove as quickly as I could home, making it home in record time. I grabbed my laptop and set back out on the road, with one hour to spare before my meeting {which, by the way, I was supposed to be chairing}. I decided to take back roads to get there, in the hope that avoiding the highway would save me some time; looking back now, this well-intentioned plan may not have been the best idea, in that I don't know the back roads route all that well. I thought I knew exactly where I was going, and I have a pretty good sense of direction, so I figured that if I did get lost I could make it up as I went. However, what I didn't know is that the main road I chose to take slowly curved north - so slowly in fact that the change in direction is not noticeable while on the road. So when I thought I was going east, I was actually travelling north-east.

I am sure that you have already figured out that I am leading up to the inevitable fact that I got lost. I was frantically calling my husband for directions while trying to drive as quickly as possible, with the vain hope that pressing the gas pedal would get me to the meeting on time, regardless of where I was or the direction that I was travelling. Thankfully, he was able to figure out where I was and get me literally back on track. Unfortunately, I was still 15 minutes late for my meeting. But the other meeting participants were very understanding, and the rest of the meeting {thankfully} went off without concern.

At this point I thought the stress of my day was over. I left the satellite office and began the drive back to my office. I was rocking out to some great tunes on this highway, almost back to my office when all of the sudden and without warning my nose exploded in blood. It was like someone turned on a faucet in my right nostril and blood was gushing out. For no reason at all! So with one hand I tried to stem the bleeding, and with the other I tried to maneuver my car across the highway and onto the upcoming exit ramp. Thankfully I was able to do so without killing myself or others, and I was able to pull into a parking lot and get some tissues to soak up the sea of red. Once my nose stopped bleeding, I was able to finally check myself out in the mirror: The lower half of my face was covered in blood, as well as my neck and my left hand. It was in my hair, on my jacket, and all over my seat belt. What a disaster. I clearly couldn't go back to the office looking like this, but I couldn't just walk into a public washroom like this either, as I am sure I would have attracted a lot of attention and alarm. So I sat in my car and using tissues and a little saliva I tried to clean myself up as best as I could given what I had available.

After a lot of scrubbing I managed to make myself presentable and made my way back to the office. I was able to clean myself up in the washroom a little more, and I was finally presentable again. I slunk back to my office and half closed the door, and I remained there - hiding from disaster - until I left for the day. Thankfully I made my way home without incurring further catastrophe or forgetting anything else imperative to my day. But you know what they say: You can dress the girl up, but you can't take her out...

Photo Credit: Single Approachable Girl

January 20, 2013

Pin of the Week: Blazers & Bikes



















































I don't really have a lot to say at the moment; truth be told I am not in the mood for writing tonight. But it is Sunday so I owe you a pin of the week. I chose this image because I am really starting to despise winter and I am ready for spring - this picture reminded me of spring because of the blazer and the bicycle. I don't currently own a bike but I own a number of blazers, and I am looking forward to being able to wearing them without the cumbersome winter coat over top.

I also chose this image because I love the colours within it. Though I don't own a lot of turquoise clothing or other things, it is actually one of my most favourite colours. The colour of the door and the window covering in the background is the perfect specimen of this shade, and I simply love it.

Anyways, I will leave you with the simple beauty of the colours in this picture and dreams of spring....

Until next time!

Photo Credit: First Fete

January 19, 2013

Fifty Shades of Embarrassed


























Recently I have hopped on the bandwagon and started reading the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I know I am a little late in reading these books as they were all the rage this time last year, but whatever. Better late than never, right?

Anyways, I was going to visit my aunt in the hospital recently, as she is recovering from an incredibly extensive surgery. Knowing that my aunt wants company but also needs lots of rest, I packed my purse with some items that would keep my occupied at the foot of her bed while she slept. Magazines, iPod... I was about to throw Fifty Shades of Grey in there as well, as I figured I could get some solid reading time in. But then I realized, with horror, that my aunt would see this book. Either she would recognize the book for what it was immediately, or she would be unaware of the nature of the book, and thus likely to ask me what I was reading and what it was about. Imagine trying to explain that! So sadly I left Fifty Shades at home. I just couldn't risk it.

Driving to the hospital I was thinking about other situations that I would be in where popping open my copy of Fifty Shades of Grey would be inappropriate. I had no trouble at all picturing many scenarios where it would be very embarrassing to be reading Fifty Shades; I was in fact hard-pressed to come up with scenarios where it wouldn't be embarrassing to be caught reading this book {or the other two in the trilogy}. Given that everyone in the world seems to know the general gist of these books, it seems like no where is without scrutiny. It's times like this I wish I had a Kobo...

Photo Credit: Parent Dish

January 18, 2013

Becoming a Blood Donor





























This week I crossed something off my ever-growing bucket list: Becoming a blood donor. I am not going to sit here and preach to you the merits of becoming a blood donor and all of the reasons why you should donate, as the Canadian Blood Services and/or the Red Cross do enough of this. Also, I realize that this is not an activity for everyone, as it surprisingly took a lot for me to actually go through with this.

I woke up late that morning, as my alarm clock chose not to go off. Once I recovered from the panic of being late for work before I even woke up {oh ya, it was that bad}, I started into a brand new sense of panic that filled me with dread: It was blood donation day. I know that it sounds incredibly silly for me to be stressing out about such a simple thing, but trust me, this was a paralyzing fear. And I felt justified in my terror, as my previous experiences at giving blood have been needlessly traumatic, which made the idea of donating a large amount of blood {a whole pint!} absolutely terrifying.

My concerns stemmed from a horrible blood giving-related experience I had several years ago. At the time I was seeing a family doctor who was obsessed with preventative medicine, which seemed like a good idea to me at the time. I am sure you are all familiar with the routine blood test that typically accompanies a standard annual physical? My doctor at the time of course ordered all of these standard tests, but unbeknownst to me, he also ordered a number of other uncommon tests which, in order to perform, required a much greater amount of blood to be drawn than the status quo. I had sat down in the chair at the blood lab and I suffered through the initial prick of the needle, and after a while I realized that this was taking a lot more time than normal. It was probably around this point that I also started getting a little warm. And not too long after that I started noticing tunnel vision. And then I could hear my own pulse rushing in my ears, just like the ocean...

And that's when I passed out.

Rather than taking the regular 3-4 vials of blood normally required for an annual physical blood test, the lab had taken 16 vials of blood from me, in order to satisfy the numerous tests that my doctor had ordered, all in the name of prevention. Well, his tests didn't detect anything, and they certainly didn't prevent me from losing consciousness. What did happen though, is that I became slightly phobic of having blood drawn. So even though I had made the conscious decision to sign up to donate blood, the thought secretly terrified me.

I had kept the fear at bay by telling myself that I was doing a noble thing and that I was helping other people, and perhaps it might be my bag of blood that made the difference in saving someone's life. Though this is true, it was simply my way of tricking myself to think that I was actually fine with this when really I was not ok with it at all. So when the day arrived and I could no longer tell myself that this is something I didn't have to worry about yet, I was freaking out.

I went to work and tried my best to preoccupy myself with other things, but it just wasn't working. My only consolation was that my husband had said he would rush home from basketball practice to take my to my 7:30pm appointment, and that he would hold my hand and make sure that I didn't pass out. It was the only thing keeping me sane as I counted down the hours. Until my husband sent me a text message informing me that his basketball practice had been pushed back and he wouldn't be able to make it. Nothing could console me at this point, I was tiptoeing across the line between freaking out and succumbing to an all-consuming anxiety attack.

But I held it together throughout the day, made it home, and made dinner. It was just after finishing dinner that I decided that I would write a post about this, and explain to you all just how crazy I was acting about something so silly. I figured that it would be best to write the post after I actually gave the blood, as this would add perspective to how ridiculous my fears had been. In the meantime, I decided to search online for pictures to adorn my post; this was an incredibly bad idea. Googling "Ontario Blood Donation" resulted in several pictures of people with needles in their arms, blood, and other images that I certainly did not need to see in my current state.

Somehow I was able to force myself to put my shoes on and drive myself to the local church where the blood donor clinic was being held. I felt like a prisoner driving myself to my own execution. Knees knocking together, I walked into the church and made it through the registration process. For those of you who have donated blood before, you will know that the screening process is very, very strict. Presenting my ID and confirming my identity was the tip of the iceberg; I was also required to fill out a 40 question form, submit to a needle prick of my finger to test my hemoglobin levels, and then answer a number of verbal questions, asked of me by a nurse. I was so incredibly nervous throughout this entire process, but the nerves that I was feeling had changed from how they had manifested themselves throughout the majority of the day. I remained nervous about the simple fact that I would be donating a lot of blood and my chances of passing out were high, but strangely I was also very worried that I would somehow be precluded from actually donating blood due to the multitude of screening procedures in place. I didn't have any reason to believe that I would be screened out, but it was almost like I was having test anxiety.

I finally made it into the donation chair after what felt like an eternity. I was actually starting to relax a little bit, as I had made it through the screening part of the process and it was time to actually get to the donation. I was still nervous, but I had made it this far and I wasn't going to back out now. But it wasn't long before another panic-inducing situation occurred: The phlebotomist who was supposed to be removing my blood couldn't find a vein in my left arm. Or my right arm. Or my left arm again. I was freaking out! Which, I will take a second to point out, was very ironic given that I was so freaked out about giving blood in the first place. Now I was in the moment, and through no fault of my own, there was a very strong possibility that I would not be able to donate after all. I was actually a little angry; my panic at this point wasn't about being terrified of giving blood, but rather the fear that I wouldn't be able to.

Long story short, the phlebotomist called a coworker over, and between the two of them they were able to locate a vein and start a line in it. After all my stress and strife about giving blood, I was finally doing it! And truth be told, it wasn't bad at all. Once the needle was in my arm it didn't hurt at all, and I am so proud to say that I didn't pass out! All that stress for nothing. Nothing.

After I finished making my donation I got to drink juice and cookies. As I drove the short distance back to my house I felt amazing. Not only had I done something awesome in that I had made a donation that would helpfully save a life or two, but I had accomplished something that I had wanted to do for a long time, and in doing so I had conquered one of my biggest fears. I felt pretty awesome {though this could have been attributed to the loss of blood}. So awesome in fact, that I have signed myself up to donate again in March.

Photo Credit: Keep

January 14, 2013

Oh Monday, Monday






















This basically sums up my day. My alarm clock didn't go off, and it all went downhill from there...

Photo Credit: The Meta Picture

January 13, 2013

Nakedness

























When I starting wearing makeup at about age 14, I was obsessed with it. I was blessed with having relativity good skin, minus the odd pimple here and there from time to time, but that didn't matter to me, as I felt naked without my makeup, and I wouldn't leave the house unless I was completely done up. Not that I was ever truly "done up" per se, as let's be honest, my 14 year old self didn't really know how to properly apply anything except perhaps lip balm. However, unless I had a thick covering of foundation, a swipe of blush on each cheek, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and lipstick on, I was not leaving my house. At all. Even to go to the pharmacy or the grocery store at night when I was sick. I mean, what would happen if I happened to run into my friends with my naked face? Or heaven forbid, a boy?! It just wasn't worth the risk, and so I adamantly refused to go anywhere without my makeup on.

Fast forward 10+ years and I am happy to report that my makeup routine has vastly changed, and so have my attitudes towards makeup. Thankfully I no longer refuse to go out of the house unless I am perfectly painted, and I have been seen by people I know {more than once} out in public with not a scrap of makeup on my naked face. And those boys I was terrified of seeing me without my makeup on? Well, I live with one now, so I'm pretty sure the illusion of my perfection was shattered long ago.

The reason for my changes are likely two-fold: Not only have I gained the self-confidence that my 14 year old self was lacking and thus come to the realization that I am more than the makeup I apply to my face, but I have come to recognize that life happens and there isn't always time to put on a face full of makeup before heading out the door. Staying home to swipe on that dash of eye shadow may mean missing something awesome, like the ice cream truck cruising down the street or your baby niece taking her first swim in the backyard pool. It also means less time with those important to you, who won't care that you aren't all made up so much as the fact that you are simply there.

I'm not trying to say that wearing makeup is no longer a priority to me {hello dark circles!} but I am saying that it is no longer the intense priority that it once was. I still enjoy putting it on in the morning and experimenting with eye shadow shades and mascara wands and all that, and I certainly appreciate how it can make me look awake on the days when I am craving my bed. But I also embrace the days when I can go to the grocery store with nothing on at all, save for perhaps a good moisturizer, and the days when people ask me what brand of foundation I am wearing and my response is "none".

Photo Credit: This & That Photography

Pin of the Week: A Girl's Best Friend



This week my big puppy got into a fight with another dog, which resulted in her having a messy and sore bite mark on her nose and on her bottom lip. I spoke with the vet, and they told me how to clean the cuts out and keep them from becoming infected, so the wounds will heal on their own and eventually my Nala will be as good as new.

But man do I feel bad. She doesn't appear to be in a lot of pain and her wounds are healing well, but I feel awful because she is my 'baby' and there was nothing I could do to help her when she was getting hurt. I froze when the fight broke out, and I was completely useless. And when I saw all the blood, I fell apart - not because I have a problem with blood {I don't}, but rather because I knew it was from her and she had been hurt and I didn't know how bad.

The fight happened nearly a week ago now, and I am happy to report that Nala's nose and lip are healing well. But her scabs are a constant reminder to me of what happened, and I feel awful every time. She is my 'baby' and I should have been able to protect her from anything bad happening to her, ever. At least that's how I feel. She doesn't seem to be fazed though, and truthfully she probably doesn't care too much, as this whole week has been endless treats and tummy rubs on demand. She is spoiled for sure, but she deserves it!

Photo Credit: Bijou and Boheme

January 8, 2013

Quiona Salad with Apples, Walnuts, and Dried Cranberries






























For a while now I have been looking for a delicious quinoa recipe that I can make and take to work for lunch. Quinoa is a natural source of protein - and even though I am a meat-eater - I really wanted to try and incorporate it into my lunch routine, because it is a lot easier to pack into a lunch bag than a piece of meat, and it is so incredibly healthy. I was so pleased when my mother-in-law served this dish as a side to our Christmas dinner, as it was exactly what I was looking for: A delicious quinoa-based salad that would be substantial enough to be a stand-alone lunch. I asked for the recipe and she obliged; I am happy to report that I made a big batch and have been eating this for lunch every day this week so far. I can't get enough!


Quinoa Salad with Apples, Walnuts, Dried Cranberries, and Gouda

Yield: 6 as a main course, 10 as a side dish

1 1/2 cups quiona, preferably red
1/2 tsp sea salt
5 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1 large red onion, quartered and sliced crosswise
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
3 cups arugula
1 cup Gouda cheese, finely diced
3 medium celery stalks, thinly sliced
1 large crisp red apple, cut into 1/2 inch dice
1 cup walnuts, coarsely chopped
1 cup finely diced fennel
3/4 cup dried cranberries
3 tbsp sherry vinegar {I used red wine vinegar}
1 pinch of fresh ground black pepper

1. Place quinoa in a medium-sized pot and add 2 1/2 cups of water and 1/2 tsp sea salt. Bring contents of the pot to a boil over medium-high heat. Once boiled, reduce the heat to medium and simmer, covered, until the quinoa is tender but still delicately crunchy, about 15 minutes.

2. Drain any remaining water from the pot. Cover and let the quinoa rest for 5 minutes and fluff with a fork. Once fluffed, allow the quinoa cool to room temperature.

3. While the quinoa is cooling, heat 2 tbsp of the olive oil in a non-stick skillet over medium-high heat. Add the onion and a pinch of sea salt. Cook this, stirring frequently, until the onion is tender and brown around the edges, approximately 6-8 minutes. Add the balsamic vinegar and toss with the onions until the vinegar cooks away, about 1 minute. Remove from heat and allow to cool to room temperature.

4. In a large bowl, mix the quinoa, onions, arugula, cheese, celery, apple, walnuts, fennel, and cranberries.

5. In a small bowl, whisk the remaining 3 tbsp of olive oil with the sherry {red wine} vinegar, and a pinch of salt and pepper. mix throughly and add to the salad and gently mix in. If the salad seems dry, add more oilve oil.


When I made this recipe a few nights ago, it was late and I didn't have time to cook the onions, so I left them out. The taste of the salad was still awesome, so don't be afraid to mix and match the ingredients based on what you have available to you and what you have time to toss in. In addition, I don't have any red quinoa, I only have a very large-sized regular bag, so that's what I used. I imagine that red quinoa will change the taste slightly, but not enough for this to make or break the salad. I love it just how it was!

This recipe is originally from Fine Cooking.

Photo Credit: Tastespotting

January 6, 2013

Pin of the Week: Simple & Warm







































I will be honest with you, I was in the mood to write a blog post, but I was more than content searching Pintrest endlessly as a means of procrastinating this post. I was having a really hard time figuring out what this week's Pin of the Week should be, as I didn't really find anything astonishingly great that I wanted to talk about with you today.

So I settled on the above image, as it was aptly titled "Simple and Warm" and on a Sunday afternoon that's all I want to be. My husband scored two tickets to the movies and we went and saw Django Unchained -  which is a wonderful movie albeit incredibly graphic in some scenes {I may have closed my eyes once or twice and told my husband to let me know when it was safe to open them again} - and I most certainly wore my Uggs with my jeans tucked in. And my big scarf to snuggle into {and cover my eyes with}. Overall, it was a lazy and simple and warm Sunday afternoon.

Photo Credit: Polyvore

January 4, 2013

Updated: Considering a Crop



























Last summer I discussed how I was considering the idea of cropping off a good chunk of my hair. At the time I spoke of how I was becoming bored with my current hairstyle, despite all the styles available to someone like myself, with long hair. More recently, I spoke of the trouble I was having in trying to determine whether or not I should keep or grow out my bangs. It is clear to me now that I am no longer in the beginnings of a lack of love for my hairstyle, but rather I have reached full-on boredom and now require a change.

So what to do? I have been scouring Pintrest and the Internet in general for stylist yet practical haircuts. This would be a lot easier if I had a clear idea in mind of what I want, but I am still not sure. The only thing I am sure about is that I need a change. As my hair is so long, change will naturally involve cutting off some of my hair, but the exact amount and the style are both currently unknowns.

On a side note, while searching for great hairstyles I stumbled across a great blog {The Small Things Blog} with several amazing hair styles and directions/tutorials for how to make the style happen on your own head. The author of the blog has medium-length hair, and it thus appears that the styles she demonstrates would likely work well on long lengths as well. Some styles may even suit those with short hair.

Anyways, I digress: After much searching and considering what I wanted my hair to say {yes, this is a thing} I settled on a medium style cut, or perhaps a long bob. I really like the versatility of my long hair, but I feel like it has gotten a little too long, and I am concerned that perhaps the long style makes me look a little young. But I still want to be able to pull my hair up into a ponytail and/or topknot when I need to. So I figure that a medium style gives me versatility in style, makes me look a little older, and remains functional when it needs to be. Wish me luck as I go under the scissors!

Photo Credit: eHow Style

January 2, 2013

New Year's Resolutions



























I am not a big fan of New Year's Resolutions, as I think that they are more often than not a huge waste of time. How many times have you heard that someone has made a resolution to lose ten pounds? Many people never reach this goal, and the ones that do often pack those ten pounds {or more} back on over the course of the year, so their New Year's Resolution always remains the same thing: Getting rid of those annoying ten pounds.

I think the way that we approach the idea of the New Year's Resolution is totally wrong. In my opinion we shouldn't be resolving to make huge changes in our lives overnight; this is often too unrealistic to achieve and thus we are setting ourselves up for failure. You want to lose ten pounds? Why not resolve to eat better or set a goal for yourself to attend the gym twice a week instead. Making resolutions that impact on our lifestyle in a gradual way and are measurable are so much easier to actually maintain than the grandiose resolutions that we are prone to making.

Also, I disagree with the notion of waiting until a new year begins in order to make positive changes in one's life. Why not make that change right now? Didn't a wise man once say "Why put off until tomorrow that which you can do today?" I am pretty sure he was right. So I resolve not to make New Year's Resolutions, and rather I try to make changes here and there throughout the year when I first think of them. Do you believe in New Year's Resolutions? What are some of the changes you have resolved to make this year?

Photo Credit: Mistress Maddie

January 1, 2013

Fig & Brie Appetizer Recipe

Last night as part of our New Year's Eve celebrations, my guests and I put together a charcuterie plate as our midnight snack. One of the most delicious appetizers {in my opinion} was a fig and brie cracker appetizer that I threw together on a whim. This is such a simple recipe {if you can even call it that} is so quick and easy, but it has such a great flavour that it appears much more impressive than it actually is. The flavours are superb simply because they offer a mix of salty and sweet flavours that are great alone or with a glass of wine. Here's what I did:


Fig & Brie Appetizer

Carr's crackers, original flavour
Brie cheese {sliced or wheel}
Fig, apple, and walnut spread

1. Spread the fig spread onto a cracker. It doesn't have to be even, and you can put as much or as little of the spread as you like.

2. Slice a piece of brie cheese that's about 1/8 inch thick {or approximately 4mm thick} and place on top of fig spread on the cracker.


And that's it! Super easy and incredibly delicious. I have also heard that the same recipe is very good when fig spread is substituted for red pepper jelly, but I have never personally tried this. If you have, your feedback would be appreciated!

Photo Credit: The Blog: Diva Entertains

Happy New Year!


























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