Bake with abandon!
These hands turn 80 this summer. These hands have picked strawberries, made jam, kneaded bread, rolled pastry. They have decorated birthday cakes, anniversary cakes and wedding cakes. They have changed diapers, washed clothes, sewn dresses, mended seams, darned socks, stitched buttons, ironed pleats. They have …
This is my French rolling pin. It doesn’t have easy-grip handles. It doesn’t have ball bearings. It isn’t made from cold, heavy marble. It’s just a smooth, tapered piece of hardwood. For years I wondered why anyone would choose this style over the comfy-handled version …
Some days you just have to take a deep breath and say, “Well, it tasted great!” The day I broken open my stash of preserved lemons was one of those days. With bright yellow lemons and deep green mint, I thought I could turn out …
Monday. One of the most maligned days of the week. According to the Mamas and Papas, not only is Monday untrustworthy, it will leave you crying. All of the time. Now I can’t have that. So below is a list of the people who won …
According to my mother, I have loved butter ever since I was old enough to sneak a one-pound brick of it out of the grocery bag, quietly peel back the foil, lick off a good inch, rewrap the evidence and slip it back in the …
We have our first winner. Joni, who tends to burn things, has won a copy of my new app Kitchen Disasters & Fixes. I’ll be giving away a copy of the app each day this week until Sunday, so if you have an iPhone, iPad …
Hooray, hooray! The month of May. My iTunes app went live today. Okay, I’m not a poet. But I have written a pretty good app. Having had more than my share of Kitchen Disasters, I thought it might be a good idea to share my …
As luck — and Murphy — would have it, I encountered some serious computer issues right after the maple syrup trek. I couldn’t download photos or work for more than half an hour without the system grinding to a halt. And surfing the web? My …
When I was nine, we moved to a house with two huge maple trees in the side yard. Years before, someone had tapped the trees and left the spiles in the trunk. Intrigued by the metal protruding from the bark, I asked my mother what …