Bake with abandon!
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 …
I have decided to strike the following phrase from my vocabulary: How hard can it be? It gets me into trouble. For example: Hey, honey, I need a new stove. Why don’t we just knock down a wall and add an eat-in kitchen while we’re …
EJSGHPK2KBS4 Huh? What is that gobbledy-gook in the previous line? If you thought this was going to be about oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, be patient. Apparently, this cryptic code is the high-tech way one “claims” their blog on Technorati. For some reason it refuses to …
This hardly looks like a substitute for chicken wings, but I assure you, if your mouth wants honey-garlic drumettes and your brain balks at deep-frying, this variation on pub grub will keep every body happy — low-fat roasted chicken for your waistline and a tangy-sweet …
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 …
I got out the good china and fancy napkins for this one. Not that matar paneer is an elaborate dish or extremely challenging. Instead, this recipe is a long, long overdue thank-you to fellow writer and Indian cuisine lover, Lora Shinn. But why am I polishing …
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 …
I wish you could reproduce this recipe exactly as I made it. But you can’t. Unless you mess up your preserves like I did. A few weeks ago, I attempted a homemade mixed-fruit ketchup. But I was so busy “multitasking” I missed the small but …
This blog has ruined me. Forever. Just this week I realized what my family has been accusing me of for years is actually true. I am a food snob. Not the Beluga-Caviar-or-Bust kind of food snob, but a food snob nonetheless. The facts are indisputable. …