I spent a good amount of last week obsessing over the fact that I really had nothing too interesting to share with you all. I watched the HIMYM episode that focused on "the mom" (full circle, much?), I read piles and piles of articles on international law, and I survived the experience of filling up my empty tank during sub zero weather.
I know. I know. What can I say, it's a glamorous life that I lead.
Well, that is to say, my life was boring up until a couple nights ago, when I nearly set my whole apartment complex on fire. Uh, yeah. I really really almost did.
It all started when I couldn't find my "fleshig" (which means "meat" in Yiddish, or Jew) frying pan to sear my steak. Don't ask me how you lose a frying pan. I really don't know, but that's my life for you. And yes, yes I did check the dishwasher. It wasn't there. So, since frying meat in a pan used for dairy is a no-no according to the kosher dietary laws, I decided to throw the slab of meat on the tray in my mini convectional toaster oven, to sear it. I threw it in there and then walked into the living room, plopped down on the couch, and proceeded to catch up on The Mindy Project (side note: Best Season Finale EVER.)
Anyway, back to the story.
I started to hear strange popping and hissing noises coming from my kitchen. No bueno. So I got up to check on my meat. Low and behold, I walk into the kitchen, and my toaster oven is sitting on the kitchen counter literally in flames. There is smoke everywhere. My fire alarms start shrieking, and Layla runs to go hide in the closet. I put out the fire, but the fire department still insisted on coming.
... I was later accused of starting the fire for the express purpose of calling the firemen. Let's get two things straight: Firstly, I am a happily un-single woman. And lastly, the troop that showed up consisted of a middle aged man with a burgeoning beer gut, a balding man who gave me one too many fire safety lectures, and a third who laughed in my face. Not cool. Not cool at all.
This coffee does a great job. If you've never tried coconut oil in your coffee, you should start. It keeps you satiated for longer, awake and energized without jittery, and it's got a coconut flavor that's to-die-for.
I've added a lot more than just plain 'ole coconut oil to make my version of a coconut coffee latte. And boy, oh boy, is it delicious.
Creamy Coco-Nutty Coffee Latte
2 cups of organic coffee (fair trade too, if that's your thing)
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 cup coconut milk (I like Califa Farms almond milk when I'm in a pinch, and I love their products, but they have no idea who I am)
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
unsweetened, shredded coconut (for garnish)
1. It's really quite simple. Prepare your coffee the way you usually do. I let mine cool down prior to advancing to the next step, but that's mostly because my blender hates hot liquids. So if you're not worried about it, go ahead and move on to the next step.
2. Pour your coffee into your blender or food processor. Add your half of a cup of coconut oil (if in a pinch, coconut cream works well too, or you can replace this with any nut milk also... so almond milk, cashew milk, etc.) Add the coconut oil, cinnamon, and vanilla extract. Blend well until everything is well incorporated.
3. If you're in the mood for a frozen treat, add ice cubes for the mixture and pulse until completely blended. Or, pour your coffee mixture over ice and enjoy. And lastly, I usually pour the mixture into the mug and then reheat in the microwave for about a minute. Enjoy!