I admit, it is 100% coincidental that I made a pie (ok, a tart) in time for Pi Day, 3.14. But here we are.
It’s not the prettiest, ...
As if we need more proof that rolled dough is my nemesis.
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After Monday’s Chocolate Caramel debacle, I knew I needed to redeem myself. Or at least, redeem that caramel. (Picture me sitting at my kitchen ...
The last session I attended at this weekend’s food writers’ conference was a workshop on recipe writing. I figured as long as I’m writing a cookbook, I may as well ...
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 ...
Pie really isn’t my thing. Eating pie? I’m great at that. But making pie? Not so much. ...
Before you start asking if I’m qualified to write a guide to fondant, considering that I only used it for the first time last week, let ...
Back in the day, Saturday night meant sparkly clothes, makeup, heels, and a shiny bright attitude. These days, it’s more likely to mean rolling pins, X-acto knives, ...
Harry’s first hero: Bob the Builder. Second hero: Thomas the Tank Engine. Third: Handy Manny. (I won’t even get into how hard it was for me ...
It started out so ...