Consider the following correspondence, unearthed from an archive of never-been-printed-but-could-have-changed-the-culinary-world-as-we-know-it advice columns: Dear Abby, Lately we’ve been feeling quite misunderstood. Every time we try to make new friends, we’re met with crinkled noses and rejection. Is it us? Are we not sweet enough? Not pretty enough? People love our smaller cousins; they’re always invited to…
The Drapers could dig it: Old-fashioned apple spice cake
Jared and I have been on a bit of a Mad Men kick as of late (we’re still on the third season though, so no spoilers, please!), and watching an episode always makes me a bit nostalgic for the days of suits in the office, gallons of hair spray and backyard barbecues with multiple JELL-O…
Tonight we’re having pasta
You know that feeling when you make it to the end of the week, your grocery supply is depleted and the thought of going to the store or consuming any of your usual fare is met with zero enthusiasm from any party involved? That’s where Jared and I were by the end of last week….
Chicken stoup for the snow-lovin’ soul
Jared and I are self-proclaimed winter enthusiasts. We love cold weather. We love snow. We’re mildly intrigued by the idea of staying in one of those igloo hotels. There’s a reason our electric bill takes a much-appreciated nosedive in the winter (and a not-so-lovely skyrocket in the summer). Basically, if it’s cold and frost-covered, we…
Who are you, peanut butter cookie? Who are you?
I’ve been giving this a lot of thought lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion that you can tell a lot about people by their favorite kind of cookie. There are the chocolate chip-lovers, straight-forward and classic; the snickerdoodle fans, pure and sweet; and the lemon bar enthusiasts, fresh and zingy. I actually ran through…
It’s not easy being cheesy
Yes, that is a cheesy title. No, this post is not about Cheetos (too bad, I know; they’re totally my secret guilty pleasure love o’ life). This happy Friday post is, however, about an equally cheese-infused bite that I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d bake and then so joyfully nosh. Today is all…
Hi, old friend: Pumpkin scones
I know I’ve spent a good many hours and a good many words raving about the amazing food and flavor that is pumpkin, but please bear with me. I’m going to do it again. Pumpkin and I just can’t get enough of each other. I’m convinced that certain flavors carry with them innate powers. Some…
When life gives you limes, make ice cream
There are a lot of things you can learn about a person just by sharing a meal together. You can learn likes and dislikes, favorites and not-so-favorites, and you almost always get a glimpse at one or two of those little quirks that make that someone tick. The very first time I went to a…
A belated bit of British business: Blueberry scones
The night before the Royal Wedding rolled around at the end of last month, I went to bed with good intentions of a morning mixed with dress watching and scone making. But truth be told, 4 a.m. is early, and when the alarm (a.k.a. my little sister) woke me up for the big event, it…
Horseradish, I think we can be friends now.
What in the world did we do before Google? Remember in the olden days, when we’d have a question about something and had to dig around in the encyclopedia (or Encarta on the computer, for the high-tech folks), the dictionary or our own noggins to find the information we were looking for? Now when I’m…