Oh autumn. The rusty orange leaves, the gray morning fog, the briskly blowing breezes… Yeah, I could do without the last two. While they give me the perfect excuse to curly up inside with a fuzzy fleece blanket, I much prefer other reminders of the changing seasons. Ones that warm my bones instead of freezing them stiff and solid.
Like pumpkin. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin cheesecake… Or ginger. Gingerbread, gingersnaps, gingerbread cookies… Or apples. Read more →
Somehow, after baking a pie, cheesecake, and cookies, a mound of unused pumpkin still sat in a tupperware container in my fridge. Granted, it was a rather small mound, less than half of a cup, but still… You’d think I’d have used it all up! (Especially since I made both the pie and a second cheesecake for Thanksgiving #3…) As it taunted me, the expiration dates of a few other ingredients begged to be used too. And who am I to refuse a baking opportunity? Read more →
I caved. I couldn’t have Thanksgiving without the pumpkin pie; the table looked naked without it. But because I promised that I’d make three untraditional pumpkin desserts, I dreams up two creative twists for this year’s pie. Read more →
I love the Pilgrims who held the first Thanksgiving, especially those who continued the feast year after year. What other holiday calls for celebrating by bustling about the kitchen, cooking and baking all day? Thanksgiving and I were a match made in heaven. Read more →
A coworker recently dumped a big bag of Granny Smith apples into my hands after her weekend outing to a local orchard. While I knew I just had to bake a pie (when life hands you apples, what else would you do?), I also wanted to make something slightly less traditional and a little more unpredictable. Read more →
Nothing beats Grandma’s apple pie. Tart juicy apples bathed in cinnamon and encased in a butter flaky crust… As a child, I squealed and drooled with joy whenever one of these beauties arrived at our house. Read more →
This bipolar weather confuses me, my neighbors, their dog, the grocery store cashier, and everyone else avoiding our city streets. Just a week ago as I walked downtown, a little trickle of sweat snaked its way down the back of my neck as the sun pushed the thermometer over 90°. Now I still have a trickle on my neck, but it’s from the rainclouds mocking me since I forgot my umbrella at home. Joy.
When the storms roll in, I immediately dive into my oldest, comfiest, rattiest pair of sweats, curl up in a blankie, and read novels all day long. Well, not really. I wish I had enough time for that. But I do crave warm food. Read more →
