Fig, Brie and Prosciutto Sandwich

I had no intentions to blog about the fig jam, brie and prosciutto sandwich on homemade pretzel bread I made Sunday night, but then halfway through making the bread I realized how involved the process was and wanted to get credit for it.

First I made the bread, and as it was my first foray into pretzel making, I think I did a pretty bang up job. I used Guy Fieri’s recipe (please don’t consider this a personal endorsement of Guy Fieri. My mom just found the recipe and I used it).

 Not a fan of this french and/or middle eastern jam, but I did make a fabulous wine pairing with some vintage 2010 Sutter Home Sauvignon Blanc. $10 a gallon ladies and gents.

Even just the assembly of the actual sandwichy parts took forever, but it was definitely worth it. I had this sandwich for the first time in Baltimore airport’s classiest little wine bar, and I pray for layovers in Baltimore now (because lord knows I’m not going to Baltimore as my destination. Sorry, if you’re from Baltimore, but you’re going to have to tell me a reason to go there other than Ace of Cakes).


Obsessed With: Thomas’ Pretz-a-bagels

These mini pretz-a-bagels are my new favorite empty calories. My mom found these a few days ago, and I think I ate the whole bag during my usual weekend eating free-for-all.

Some delicious ways to eat them:
With Strawberry or Blueberry cream cheese
Butter and jelly
Brie and fig jam (please don’t be intimidated by how fancy I am).

You’re going to pass out about 20 minutes after consuming them, so be pretty strategic about when you eat it. Maybe on a weekend when you can nap and don’t feel the need to accomplish anything for the rest of the day. Wooorth ittt.

Thinking Cup: Boston

I have to commute into Boston every week, and since I can’t go home between classes/rehearsals, whatever, I have no where to go during down time. I end up looking like a homeless person in February, aimlessly wandering about the mall or camping out in the corner of a coffee shop all day.

I’m getting pretty sick of Starbucks, so I tried out a new place called Thinking Cup in downtown Boston that opened up a few months ago. I’m guessing the employees there think I was studying for some sort of really important test because I was there twice in one day for an extended period of time.

They would be wrong about the test, though. I mean, I’m an acting major….so….

I was just there all day because it’s a great place to hang out! For one, their iced coffee is amazing. I got one before class, and then after a discussion with a classmate, I was told to try the hazelnut latte.

I went back after class and got the hazelnut latte and a chicken, brie, and apple on cranberry bread sandwich. Okay, first of all, they do those little latte drawings, which now that I’ve experienced beverage art, I feel that drinking a latte without it borders on barbaric. Not only was it pretty, it was unreal deee-ricious, and I’m pretty sure it had little pieces of hazelnut in it. Sandwich? Double dericious. They also had an assortment of mini cupcakes. I would have partook, but I felt like a cupcake on top of a sandwich full of brie and cranberry mayo would just start a shame spiral.

The atmosphere was really nice when I came in the morning, not overwhelmingly busy, and the little booths looked like a nice place to do your homework. When I came back at 2pm, though, it was a zoo. If the zoo had a hipsters and young professionals exhibit. At that point, it’s kind of uncool to do your homework there hours after you’ve finished your $2 coffee because you’re taking the seats away from people who actually just want to eat and go. Sure, today I was that person hogging yo’ seats, but at least I felt sort of bad about it. Plus, I had no where else to goooo (because I’m really sick of caramel macchiatos so Starbucks wasn’t an option, y’all)!

Anyway, I’m a big fan of Thinking Cup and highly recommend it, if not just for the teeny tiny little spoon they put on the saucer with your hazelnut latte.