Second only to the just-add-water blueberry muffins that I proudly baked during my earliest days of kitchen duty, cherry pie spent a good many years atop my menu of signature dishes. Of course, this was cherry pie by way of an 8-year-old chef in the mid-’90s, which basically meant a skillful combination of two newly…
Birthdays and Banana Blondies
When it comes to birthdays, I tend to follow a celebrate-for-a-week-to-really-get-your-day’s-worth motto. Although I half expected age (aka turning into an adult) to stifle my zeal for stretching out the celebration, it hasn’t at all. I start getting excited about it weeks before and still feel like a kid on the day after Christmas as…
Project NYT: Spiced pumpkin oatmeal
I’ve never been to summer camp, but I’ve seen enough mid- to late ’90s movies staring Lindsay Lohan and the Olsen twins to know how it works. You row canoes, learn to fence and mingle with fancy folks from across the pond. Then after a long day of reconnecting with your long lost twin and…