OK, so it’s a cookie. I suppose technically I’m not going to divorce my husband and marry a cookie, but if such a thing were legal I’d ...
There’s an art to baking with a toddler. Usually, it involves plenty of preparedness. Pulling out the ingredients beforehand, consulting the recipe to be sure you’ve ...
Did you ever go on an ingredient jag? It’s sort of like a crying jag, where you can’t stop crying no matter how hard you try, ...
It’s no secret: I’m an Ina Garten fan. I’ve blogged about her roasted eggplant spread, her roasted Brussels sprouts, her barbecue sauce, her ...
When Harry was born, one of the more appropriate gifts we received was C Is for Cooking ...
They were the best of muffins, they were the worst of muffins, they delighted me with their juicy blueberries, they tormented me with ...
On New Year’s Eve, we had a wee party. Not a debauched, drunken, what-was-I-thinking kind of party. No, this was something a little gentler, a little ...
Thank god for the internet, that’s all I can say.
This afternoon I got a little stir-crazy—I’m just finishing one of my long-term on-site freelance gigs, which ...
It all started out well enough. Following the recipe for Raspberry Tunnel of Fudge Cake in Chocolate American Style ...
Stephen’s birthday is tomorrow, and when I asked him what kind of cake he wants, he said it should be something with chocolate and raspberry. The ...