Bake with abandon!
There’s a great moment in the pilot episode of Firefly. Against a backdrop of falling bombs, exploding grenades and rounds of gun fire, Bendis, a very young and very terrified solider fears he’s going to die. His superior, played by the ever-so dishy Nathan Fillion, …
I was going to make you guess what’s in the photo above, but the post’s headline gives it away. Darn you, Google, and your search engine demands. If you hover your cursor over the image, you will know, these golden fritters are potato latkes. I made …
Brain, meet Fingers. Fingers, meet Brain. I hope you two become best of friends. Pronto. Because if you don’t start working together really soon, I will be forced to give up this blog and move to a remote region of the world where there is …
We have a tradition in our house. One of us usually kicks off the new year with a kitchen disaster. Last year, I discovered dried beans can, in fact, go stale. This year? I botched the pastry. Crostata no less. What else? I learned the …
The comments are rolling in in response to the cookbook give away. Your fabulous ideas make me want to rent a delightful, impractically located venue and throw a great big bash. (If you missed the post, Rose Murray’s wonderful A Taste of Canada is up …
A while ago, Cari from Dinnervibe suggested I make a Halloween-themed ice cream. As you know, it doesn’t take much to persuade me to whip out my Cuisinart, so even though the weather is turning cold, I accepted her ice cream challenge. Perhaps I’m in a …
Pastry is fickle. One day you’re rolling dough like it’s a bolt of white velvet and pull a golden, bubbling dessert from the oven. The results are so fine you briefly consider embroidering “Pie Guru” on your apron. Only you don’t know how to sew, …
Despite the amber hue of the resulting preserves, this is green tomato marmalade. And no, I didn’t use the teeny-tiny yellow tomatoes on the left. They’re just there for show. Instead, I used small to mid-sized green tomatoes like the ones below. I figured since …
The deed is done. I have picked all the tomatoes, uprooted the plants and put the garden to bed. Green tomatoes outnumber the red, but who’s counting. I’d like to think the tomatoes didn’t want to go any more than I wanted to remove them. …