My grandmother’s cookies
Deep in the cracks and crevices of who we are, each one of us carries food memories. Mine are rooted in my grandparent’s house where smells filled the air Continue Reading →
Deep in the cracks and crevices of who we are, each one of us carries food memories. Mine are rooted in my grandparent’s house where smells filled the air Continue Reading →
If it’s quiet enough in the house I can sometimes almost hear my mother howling along to the musical score from The Sound of Music. She sang unabashedly regardless of Continue Reading →
After a year of trying brioche, English muffin bread, and all kinds of other grainy loaves, this one has remained the favorite of both Darrell and me. It makes great Continue Reading →
I’ve been saying for months now that my mother birthed me twice. The first time was in July of 1961. Looking at her smiling in her wedding dress I know Continue Reading →
A lot of things get conjured up in my mind as soon as I hear the word pumpkin! It’s an affectionate nickname I’ve given to little ones in my life, Continue Reading →
In my book, challah has turned out to be the Audrey Hepburn of bread: sophisticated simplicity with an elegance all of its own. Given that challah has been around for Continue Reading →
Several weeks ago, on September 11, my friend Jill and I participated in the Loaves for Love project that the Jewish Community Center offered in conjunction with the Jewish Women’s Continue Reading →
Not many people remember their first encounter with a bagel, but I do. Having grown up in the small town of Penn Yan in upstate New York, I missed out Continue Reading →
When I first proposed the idea of having my son’s rehearsal dinner here at the farmette I imagined an intimate, cozy affair but with a guest list of nearly 50, Continue Reading →
In the spirit of my son’s wedding on August 9th, I decided to apply the traditional Old English rhyme “Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue, A sixpence Continue Reading →