During the summer, we’re very fortunate to live just a few short blocks from the Saturday Farmer’s Market in Jackson Hole. Every week, we head up early, grab some coffee, and make our way around the square to see what catches our eyes. Last year, this caught my eye. It would have probably caught your eye, too. It was hard to miss: In the event
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
When I owned a bakery, the staff and I tried our best to remember the names of our regular customers, not only because it was good customer service to greet someone by name but because it facilitated back of the house communication when discussing a particular order. Sometimes, however, it was hard to figure out what a customer’s name was. They either always paid with
Well, I told you that I just might have one more peach recipe up my sleeve before I close out this series. And wouldn’t ya know it?? I do. Did you know that July is National Ice Cream Month? It’s true. On July 21, 1984, President Ronald Reagan recognized the popularity of ice cream in America by giving our favorite frozen treat its own monthly celebration. No
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
For many cooks, “phyllo” is a scary word. When the list of ingredients for a recipe includes the thinner-than-paper-thin rectangular sheets of dough, the common inclination is to: A. Skip it and move on to plan B B. Wonder, “Hmmm….. Can I use puff pastry instead?” Phyllo, also spelled “fillo”, is notoriously unforgiving to work with. Not only is it incredibly delicate, tearing at the tiniest
Eric and I returned from our week-long trip to Jackson Hole a few days ago, a trip that we could not have timed better from a weather perspective since Las Vegas saw temperatures in the 117F range for several of those days. Although long, our 12-hour drives back and forth were fairly uneventful, except for the incident when our, um, husky Labrador, Fenway, got stuck between the
My family lived in New Jersey until I was thirteen, when we moved to Texas. Thanks to the powerhouse T.V. series The Jersey Shore and The Sopranos (R.I.P., Tony), we all know about New Jersey’s abundance of hair gel, turnpike exits and Italian food. I don’t think, however, that many are aware that the third state also boasts fantastic produce………although the fact that it is called The GARDEN State should
One of the cardinal rules of food blogging (or any blogging, for that matter) is: Never start a post telling your readers, “I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, but I’ve been very busy.” Well, I don’t know who had the authority to create this blogosphere no-no, but whoever you are, guess what? 1. I have been busy. 2. I am
We all learn something new everyday. You could discover that the walk to your mailbox is exactly 26 paces or that Oxy Clean will remove the worst red wine stain from your favorite white pants (long story). No, it’s not always something mind-bogglingly enlightening, but that doesn’t mean that your fun fact won’t ever come in handy. Tuck that little nugget away for now. You
I hope that everyone had a safe and happy Fourth of July and that the wrath of Mother Nature subsided a little bit so that you could enjoy the holiday. What’s with her lately anyhow? Horrible fires in the west. Power outages and extreme heat in the east. She’s been in a consistently bad mood so far this summer. Was it something that we said?
I’m just as guilty as any other avid baker/cook when it comes to an overabundance of kitchen supplies. It has gotten to the point where I simply cannot cram any more pots/pans/mini appliances that I don’t really use/baking dishes into my cabinets. Trust me, I have tried to re-stack or rearrange the whole lot in every way possible. Nothing new is taking up residency in
This is why I will never be hired by tabloid news show TMZ: Believe it or not, that is a photo of reigning pop queen Rihanna. She was staying at my hotel during a recent trip to New York, and she was on her way out to what was likely a super-glamorous star-studded affair. In my rush to snap a photo, this was the
I know that I do several things which my husband finds annoying. But hey — that’s one of the best parts of marriage, right? Taking pleasure in doing the little things that annoy your spouse? No? Oh. Awkward. Anyhoo…..as I was saying….. Of course, the difference is that the things that I do, which get on Eric’s nerves, are actually completely normal and
I know. Big whoop. Blueberry muffins. C’mon, Julie. You’re totally phoning it in with this recipe. Or am I? O.K., well I kind of am. Just hear me out…..after you look at all of this streusel: What this recipe may lack in terms of originality, it certainly makes up for in terms of flavor. I know that sounds incredibly cliched, but it’s true.
Cookies for breakfast??? Wheeeee!!!! Well, sort of. Read on. (But first, another cookie shot.) It all started with Costco…. I have a love-hate relationship with Costco. Like everyone, I love being able to buy certain items in bulk, like say, 52 pounds of dog food, 42 rolls of Charmin, or necessities like pillow-sized bags of Stacy’s Pita Chips (if you’ve tried Stacy’s Pita
Well, it only took about four years, but I’ve finally created a Facebook page for Peanut Butter and Julie. Hey–I’ve never claimed to be an early adopter. I wanted to wait around and see if this whole Facebook gimmick has any longevity. One billionaire, one pending IPO, and 800 million users later, I’ve concluded that it does (although my husband, Eric “I’m not on Facebook”
“Hey, Julie. Have you ever heard of P90X?” As soon as these words came out of Eric’s mouth, I should have sprinted from the room. But no, I didn’t. I stayed and listened to his argument as to why we should partake in the popular but notoriously grueling 90-day home fitness program consisting of a deceptively non-intimidating set of 12 DVDs. He said that it
Well, as much as I hate to admit it. It looks like I was not invited to the Royal Wedding. Clearly this was an oversight, but with the massive amount of required planning and details for Kate and William’s big day, someone was bound to make a mistake sooner or later. Completely understandable. They probably sent the invite to my old address. It’s really too