Bake with abandon!
I often have a box of phyllo in the fridge – “just in case” I “need” to make appetizers. When I do, I fold them into triangles, roll them into logs, and even stuff them into muffin tins for little “bundles”. When I’m too lazy to …
My grandmother wasn’t Grandma or Nanna or Nonna, any other such moniker. Everyone called her Town — short for Townsend, her last name. Like her nickname, she was unique and practical and easy to latch onto. I was obsessed with her and even though she …
I’ve decided to change the idiom from “watching paint dry” to “waiting for sugar to caramelize”. It doesn’t roll off the tongue, but it’s a fair description of the process. This recipe for Burnt Caramel Nut Brittle calls for deeply caramelized sugar. While it doesn’t …
Spring arrived this week, slipping in quietly when we were distracted by the wind. Winter dragged its ungracious feet as it shuffled out the door. As the last of the snow melted, a bland, brown, monochromatic world emerged outside my window. The lawn was brown. The …
How easy is this triple chocolate bark? I made it while putting together a dinner of roasted sweet potatoes, green beans and pan-seared chicken. I melted chocolate as I peeled, diced, and roasted the potatoes. As the beans steamed, I chopped the toppings. In between chicken …
These Streusel-Topped Hasselback Apples are like a Dutch apple pie without the fuss of pastry. A large, firm, sweet apple like Honeycrisp delivers best results but Mustu or Golden Delicious work well too.
Ignore the standard dictionary. It will tell you a clanger is a blunder, a mistake, and a conspicuous one at that. This pastry is anything but a dud. It’s a riff on an old-fashioned Bedfordshire Clanger, a long hand pie stuffed with spiced meat on …
These are Mutsus, also known as Crispins. They’re firm and semi-tart, and have white flesh. They’re also Ontario’s only truly green apple. I learned this last weekend while I traipsed about the orchard at Nature’s Bounty on a tour. In the drizzle. On the other side …
Growing up, there were always muffins in the kitchen. They were usually buttermilk bran dotted with golden raisins. They needed a smear of butter and a cup of tea, but my dad loved them, so they made appearances again and again. And again. At some …