As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, organizing photos, sipping a decaf coffee (hey’s it’s after 3 pm and I’m not as young as I used to be), and taking a break every once in a while to just sit and savor the calmness. Because my little guy is safe at home with daddy and I can write full sentences without interruption. Continue reading
In your circles, do you have “inside” foods? You know, like foods that are kind of like an inside joke, except they’re no joke at all/ A food that when you mention it, everyone gets this knowing look on their faces, because they understand that the food is more than a food- it’s a memory? For example, if I mention say, “Pokey sticks” to my friends from college, it’s followed by a chorus of, “Oh, pooooookey sticks.” Not because they are really all that good in the cold clear light of day, but because they evoke so many fond memories of cheesy, garlicky dough in the wee hours of the morning after a rather long night out. It’s not about the food, it’s about being transported to happy times with people you love. Continue reading
I’m completely aware that I’m not exactly thinking outside of the box by giving you a pumpkin pie a few days before Thanksgiving. But why would I tell you about something that wouldn’t be for Thanksgiving, when you most likely won’t want to look at food for a week after such a gluttonous feast? Might as well get in a recipe that’s helpful before the, “I’m never eating again!” mantras begin.
And this isn’t just any old pumpkin pie. You see, it’s the ultimate pumpkin pie. At first glance, it doesn’t look too crazy, which is what I like about it. It’s not pumpkin cheesecake with a gingersnap crust, or pumpkin creme brulee tart. It’s pumpkin pie- just really good pumpkin pie. Continue reading
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As I was saying last week, something about fall just makes it so much fun to spend time in the kitchen. Every recipe I see makes me want to give it a try. All the warm spices, harvest veggies, and hearty soups and stews make me feel particularly joyful when I step into the kitchen. However, there is one thing that I’m decidedly not as crazy about. At least not as crazy as the rest of the world, apparently. Continue reading
Well, friends, summer is reaching its end. All the kiddos are back in school, I actually felt something resembling a chill while sitting outside the other night, and I’m starting to play the annual game of what I like to call, “Bug hubby to go apple-picking with me until he caves.” Psh. As if he doesn’t actually love it.
Now, I realize this recipe is somewhat rude. See, I made it a few weeks ago, when we were still getting very lovely peaches from the farmers market. And now, well… the tide of peaches has kind of ebbed. But I’m still seeing them in the grocery store, so it’s not quite as rude of me as it would be if I shared this recipe with you in, let’s say, February. Trust me, this cake is worth finding the peaches for. Continue reading
