THOUGH I AM happy as a clam, or, more aptly, I suppose, a cow, in the rural world I now call home, somehow, my culinary self remains under the gravitational pull of Los Angeles. [click to continue…]
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Paige Smith Orloff invents sisterhood from scratch.
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THOUGH I AM happy as a clam, or, more aptly, I suppose, a cow, in the rural world I now call home, somehow, my culinary self remains under the gravitational pull of Los Angeles. [click to continue…]
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PIE, AT LEAST the fruit variety, is supposed to be simple, in my not so humble opinion. I don’t need custard or crumble. If the fruit is fine, you don’t need much else to reach a level of delicious often unmatched by other, fancier desserts. This time of year, I’ve been known to get all competitive about my pie-making prowess, with mixed results (not to mention family drama.) [click to continue…]
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WE ALL SAY it so often it’s become a cliché: this online world of ours, it really is its own community, maybe even a family, a sisterhood. We admired the Gluten Free Girl from afar; then we profiled her here; and now, we are thrilled to say, we have become IRL (that’s “in real life”) friends, too. Read on for all the delicious details of our very own dinner with Shauna (and Dan and Lu, too.) [click to continue…]
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IT’S HAPPENED TO us all, we cooks: a great recipe book somehow goes sadly, horribly wrong. I was thrilled a couple of weeks ago when I opened a package to find a cookbook I’d finally ordered for myself, one I’d seen gourmands praising for years as a superior resource for a particular regional cuisine. “Perfect!” thought I. “This will let me do something really unexpected for Summer-isn’t it fall-yet?? Fest” [click to continue…]
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ONLY WHEN I sat down to contemplate this week’s Summer Fest assignment did I face up to this paradoxical truth: I put garlic in just about everything I make, and I am also a garlic avoider. [click to continue…]
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