I am a person who speaks to kitchen appliances. I talk to my dog like she’s my second human child, and the voices I bestow upon inanimate objects are louder than I should probably admit. But last week, a cookie called to me. And when a cookie calls, you answer. Through a rumbling tummy and…
Ode to a cookie: Recipe for a masterpiece
I love cookies (cue Cookie Monster: Om, nom, nom). Mixing, rolling, cutting, baking: I love every step of the process. Oh yes, and the eating. That’s good, too. During the past year especially, I’ve found that baking, particularly baking cookies, works wonders for my stress level (I realized while writing this that my go-to stress…
Forget long distance; I’m switching to spritz.
Remember a few days ago when I was writing to Martha with my list of all the kitchen-y, crafty gadgets that she insisted I get tout de suite? Well my Grandma Smith, who holds the cornucopia of cooking/baking gadgetry within the confines of her kitchen, heard of my yen for a cookie press and immediately…
Cookiepalooza 2010
Three years ago, Jared and I started a holiday tradition with our friends Jon and Rebekah that’s wreaked happy holiday havoc on our tiny smidge of a kitchen. For this now-annual Christmastime event, we go all-out cookie-baking crazy, which means we spend an entire evening (and by evening I mean a solid four-hour chunk at…