Bake with abandon!
What we have here is a failure to communicate. When I said, “Andrew darling, the unsalted butter is mine and mine alone. Don’t touch it or you’ll eat catfood for a week,” it didn’t give him carte blanche to revert to his bachelor ways and …
The gratitude continues. Thanks to Phil, lead guitarist for Sack of Yams and fellow apple enthusiast, we got the heads up that our orchard of choice was overrun with Thanksgiving Day pickers. Good for the apple growers, bad for impatient people like me. Unwilling to …
For real this time. Others, who can be trusted with this kind of thing, called to confirm the orchard: has apples conducts apple picking is open today Chudleigh’s, here we come!
Serves me right for making that smart alec remark about apple picking and foreign films. Yesterday’s outing didn’t go as planned. And it’s all my fault. I made an erroneous assumption and failed to communicate adequately. Because of this, there is no apple pie for …
Who is this man, why is he grinning and what are his intentions with our barrel? Riding on the coattails of the recent local wine post (assuming blog posts have coattails) we’re revisiting our whisky aging project and have brought in a local artist to …
I want to make you tooth-breaking biscotti to dip in your cappuccino. I want to make you flaky, sugar-dusted crostini that shatters as you bite. I want to make you hazelnut gelato so smooth and creamy Italian phrases will roll from your tongue without effort. …
This dessert furthers my theory that Italians like to keep their hands busy. Zabaglione is no make-ahead time saver. You’re frothing like a mad fiend right up to the moment of serving. And it takes a good 10 to 15 minutes of uninterrupted whipping to …