Bake with abandon!
No recipe today. Instead, a Mother’s Day tribute. This is my mom in a pose that shows off her hands and gives a glimpse of the diamond ring I was obsessed with. It NEEDS LEMON My mother puts her hands on the kitchen table, one …
Mother’s Day is this coming weekend. The daffodils are blooming, the trees are in bud, yet the stress level is rising. What can you do to make Mother’s Day special without breaking the bank or destroying your self-esteem? Crepes. If I had a cape, I’d …
The first Mother’s Day gift I made was a card. It had a flower and stars and kittens on it because I was obsessed with flowers and stars and kittens. Mom was allergic to two of these, but I was young and unable to fully …
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 a my mom. Four years old and full of spunk. This photo, with an impeccably well-groomed child perched on an equally well-groomed pony, standing on a freshly swept urban sidewalk, shaped my vision of an ideal childhood — the one I was so …