Every once in a while, I fantasize about being a pie genius. Like Jenna in Waitress. I’d invent pies on the spot with witty names and they’d always work out when I tried to make them. Always. Except I’m far from being an expert on pie. I think I’ve only made four of them ever, … [Read more…]
There truly is a holiday for everything. Friday was National Granola Bar Day. My kids celebrated by eating a ridiculous amount of them. I don’t want to talk about it. Saturday was National Blonde Brownies Day. I made some Bourbon Pecan Blondies in honor of it, but they haven’t cooperated with my photog attempts. Damn … [Read more…]
I know the kid inside me still exists when I make something like whoopie pies and can’t resist telling everyone that I’m “makin’ whoopie!” C’mon, giggle with me: it feels good. Even though I’ve lived in New England my whole life, I never tasted a whoopie pie until about a year ago. I’m stuck between … [Read more…]
Last Friday’s trip to BJ’s was a serendipitous event. There on the shelves with the other produce–strawberries. Not the out of season tasteless things that mock you with their presence, but the fragrant, delicious, crimson bites of summer. I couldn’t resist picking up carton after carton and inhaling their delectable aroma, transporting myself to a … [Read more…]
I love New York City. Even though I live only 2 hours away, for many years, I didn’t travel there at all. This past summer, a friend reminded me of all the things I loved about the City and so I visited it again, several times–the last being for my birthday in October. The trip … [Read more…]