With her tan gardening gloves on and trowel in hand, I follow my mom around our gardening boxes. We toss cherry tomatoes in our mouths, warm from the sun and popping with juice. She shows me which onions are ready to pick for dinner and we bend down together to smell her basil plant. And…
Category: Breads
Flour Tortillas
My love for Mexican food runs deep. If I am having a bad day, J’s go-to solution is to take me somewhere where homemade beans and tortillas are cooking in the back kitchen and server puts warm tortilla chips on the table before I have even ordered my drink. By the end of the meal…
Lemon Ricotta Spring Cake
I am rather obsessed with tea time cakes at the moment. Lately, I have been taking a deep dive into a Treasury of New Zealand Baking by Lauraine Jacobs. And it has really made me wonder why we, Americans, ever threw away tea time as an every day custom. What a glorious notion much of…
Fried Banana and Chocolate Egg Rolls
When I was little, and still had to ask permission to leave the dinner table, I would coyly ask my mom if it was okay to go next door to Aunt Laura’s until bed time. With an “okay” from my mom, my little brother quick on my heels, I would clear my dishes and race…
Cookie Crumble and Fruit Parfait
Sometimes you have leftovers and you imagine giving them a second life. And sometimes that second life is even better than their first! Food reincarnation, baby. I had kept leftover dough from my Ginger Sables frozen away and had made some blood orange curd earlier this week with varying ideas of what to do with…
Citrus Curd
Did you accidentally buy too many lemons? Too many limes? Or in my case it too many blood oranges? We have strict no food-waste policy in our apartment that is enforced rather easily by the fact that we are wildly too good at eating. So too many blood oranges in my fruit bowl became too…
Banana Bread
Can’t you just smell it? I can. As it sneaks out of the oven, it wraps me in a blurry, fuzzy blanket of memories of home, family and warm, melting butter. Banana bread. I have never met someone who doesn’t mmmmmm or oooohhhh when I bring banana bread over. I think it is one of…
flour dusted 