When I was growing up, we used to spend some time every summer in New Hampshire, right by crystal-clear Lake Sunapee. In that area of the country, blueberries grow in abundance, so every morning before my brother and I started our trek down to the beach armed with towels and picnic lunches, my mom would task us with picking one pint each (which seemed like
This is my very last post of my fresh peaches series. Well……maybe my second to last. I just came up with one more idea, and I still have some peaches sitting on the counter, so I’ll likely sneak the recipe in as a bonus-peach-post over the next few days. And THEN, that’s it! I’m finished-fini!-finito!-with the peaches. At least for a little while, that is.
The person who invented crumb cake? Kind of a genius. He or she figured out a way to make it acceptable to eat cake for breakfast AND, should it please you, enjoy a second piece of that same cake with afternoon coffee. Only in that case, would the cake be considered coffee cake instead of crumb cake? Is there really a difference between the two? Hang on
My family has always taken our corn very seriously. I spent most of my childhood growing up in New Jersey, where, contrary to popular belief, I very rarely encountered Mafia bosses in track suits, fist pumping Guidos, or table-flipping housewives (although I think my mom came close a few times.) Anyone whose experience with New Jersey is limited to aggressive driving on the turnpike or
Just when you thought that you’d gotten rid of me for good……..I’m baaa-aaaack!! My intended-to-be-brief blogging break, while I wowed the food folks at the Fancy Food Show with my granola, turned into a summer long blog-cation. There were several occasions when I came really close to whipping up something sweet in the kitchen, but let me tell ya, oppressive 113F degree temperatures pose a
O.K., Mother Nature. We get it. You’re in charge, and you can change your mind whenever and as often as you like. You’ve made your point to virtually all 50 states over the past few months, and we will never, ever take you for granted again. Now, can’t we just have a nice and uneventful spring and a sunny summer (but preferably not one of those
Tomorrow is my birthday. This year, instead of stepping aside and aging gracefully, I’ve decided that I am going to shake things up a bit and not turn 35. I’ve already asked my mom for permission, and she said that this was O.K. Actually, she said “Ask your father,” but years of being Ken and Sherry’s daughter has taught me that this is just part of