In another life I was an avid Pepperidge Farm Goldfish muncher. I’d buy a package and eat
some of the whole bag without even noticing. I tried not to make that a habit, but I really loved those cheesy little fish. Continue reading
It wasn’t because she spent the years between two and three running naked through the neighborhood and giving our elderly neighbor a heart attack . And it wasn’t that at the age of three, she disappeared for an entire afternoon learning about the art of making bird’s nest soup with a (stranger) neighbor while the rest of the neighborhood was searching for her. And it wasn’t that she played her harmonica at the crack of dawn under the window of another elderly neighbor – or that she could use pick-up sticks to successfully pick locks. It wasn’t even that she’d make long distance phone calls to strangers and call them mommy. Continue reading
If you think that the custard filled, chocolate topped cream puff is the ultimate pâte à choux, then you need a taste of the savory stinky cheese cousin, the gougère,
Ridiculously easy and savory – they can be created in minutes. If you spot someone coming up the driveway you can almost have them baking in the oven when they ring the doorbell. Ok. Kidding, but only a little bit. Continue reading
three generations of heart and cake
For every family birthday as far back as photographic proof goes, a heart shaped cake was front and center for the celebration. My mother was a superb baker of many things but cake was not one of them. She never did master the art of a fluffy crumb.
The batter was beaten until it was standing on its own. Baked at the right temperature and time, it still came out raw in some spots and little chewy in others. Continue reading