When Harry was born, one of the more appropriate gifts we received was C Is for Cooking ...
We’ve been on a bit of a cocoa rage here lately. Whenever we come in from a cold outing, Harry’s fixation kicks in—the pleas (which are ...
They were the best of muffins, they were the worst of muffins, they delighted me with their juicy blueberries, they tormented me with ...
I hate Passover (funny, I said the exact same thing last year). Not only do I get sick of matzo almost immediately, I have a ...
One day maybe five years ago, my friend and former colleague L brought a loaf of pumpkin bread to work; it was devoured in about sixty ...
There are some days, especially at this time of year, when you just have too many apples. So what do you do? You make this simple, ...
So I’m sick. I caught the sore throat/cough/cold bug that’s been going around—S had it last week and I thought I’d dodged the bullet once he ...
There are still so many gorgeous strawberries at the farmer’s market, I find it nearly impossible to avoid buying them by the armload. On Friday I ...
After the success of the strawberry-rhubarb compote that went with last week’s chocolate polenta cake, I simply had to buy more of both items ...
The other night I went to an after-work, all-girl pot luck dinner. It was all-girl because we met during a food writing course I took not ...