For Harry’s birthday last year, I discovered that fondant is no fundant. This year I discovered that it’s ridiculously difficult to make red frosting.
I knew Harry ...
What happens when you let a 4-year-old pour the syrup?
Peeps, today begins Deadline Hell Week. Which means that if I don’t blog short ...
I’ve had a hankering for pancakes. And so, it seems, has my son—he asked for them at least three times this week, but my freezer stash ...
That’s right. It’s another baking recipe.
Which might seem odd to you, given that I’m on Weight Watchers and all. But given that I’m on Weight Watchers, ...
More than a few of us miss Cheeks, the little bakery on Metropolitan Ave where the owner was often grumbled about (some accused her of being surly, ...
More than a few of us miss Cheeks, the little bakery on Metropolitan Ave where the owner was often grumbled about (some accused her of being surly, ...
Here’s the scene, this past weekend: We’re at my in-laws’ for the postponed Christmas brunch. In bed, around midnight, the night before the gathering. Stephen’s eating ...
This is from a kit, people. I can’t even console myself that it tastes wonderful and homemade.
Of course it didn’t help that Harry was eating the candy ...
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Saturday was shaping up to be a busy day around here—we had a birthday party to attend in the afternoon and a wedding that night, plus Stephen ...
Um, yeah. This one’s a winner.
After last night’s challah and honey & apples and honey & gefilte fish & matzoh ball soup & brisket & ...