And you should, too.
One of my fondest memories growing up was weekend waffles with my dad. I don’t know if it was because he was out of town a lot, or because my mom did most of the cooking growing up, but those waffles seemed extra special. It’s …
I go through phases with fish. Sometimes we’ll eat fish for weeks—lots of fish tacos and stuffed fish fillets from Trader Joe’s. Then, as if it was overkill, I won’t have it for what feels like forever. White fish is the tofu of the sea. …
I finally had two overly ripe bananas. That never happens to me. I magically buy only what I need and will use up in a week. No more. No less. That means I never get the joy and unbridled pleasure of making banana bread/muffins/cake/general awesome. …
Andrew and I have been on a No Reservations binge. We don’t have cable, but we do have Netflix. There are something like nine seasons available to watch, and we’ve caught the travel bug something fierce. It’s that countdown to Italy to blame. We’ve been watching …
I hadn’t tried chestnuts up until last month. Years of singing about chestnuts [“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…”] never yielded any actual chestnut tastings. I never saw them often, but I suppose I never really went looking. I always assumed that their tough outer …
How bad is it that we have have polished off two 8×8 batches of this cake in less than 48 hours? I’m not even remotely close to exaggerating. And if it’s really so wrong, I don’t want it to be right. It’s just that good. …