Strictly speaking, this is not a post from a cookbook. But it does come from a recipe by a cookbook author, which is close enough. And it’s delicious. Really delicious. And perfect to take to a brunch. Continue reading
I said that I’d start using recipes from the modestly large collection of cookbooks that I have, and I’ve done it. I’m quite chuffed, actually. And it was tasty, too!
Yes, it’s summer. Yes, it’s traditionally hot. And it has been. But we’ve returned to reasonable temps, with open windows, lovely breezes and comfortable nights. It’s not typical, which may explain my equally not typical in summer urge to fire up the oven and bake. But I must be out of practice.
Not being in school, there are no Valentine boxes to hang from desks, no cutesy cards (or glut of candy) to buy for classmates, no counting to see who got more… My husband and I similarly haven’t ever done much to mark the occasion. I think one year, while we were dating, I made him a huge heart shaped chocolate chip cookie. LOL Continue reading
I didn’t grow up cooking. While I have memories of my mother and her mother canning and cooking together, and my paternal grandmother’s kitchen being a constant source of culinary goodness, I have no memory of helping. Or being taught any of the techniques or recipes I witnessed.
I want to say that things have changed for my kids. That they’ve been my kitchen helpers daily since they could hold a wooden spoon. But that’s not true. At all. Having never learned to cook at the side of a patient teacher, it’s been a struggle for me to find the patience to teach my own kids. Continue reading