This weekend I was invited to a potluck in Central Park. The instructions: bring something to serve 10 people. My first thought? Yikes!…
Last week I posted a guest post from my mother that featured a really awesome cheesecake recipe as well as some memories of her late brother, who I never had the chance to meet. Because she was so grateful for and touched by your comments, she insisted that we thank you with a giveaway. I was happy to oblige her since I, too, love reading your comments and thoughts on my posts each and every day (plus, you have to…
You know what I’m good at? Making lemonade. No, there is no analogy here, I’m not saying that when life hands me lemons I am good at turning it into a positive situation. Because I’m actually not. I am, however, good at literally taking the lemons from my fridge and creating a tasty, refreshing summer beverage. [Related: I’m also not so great at photographing said lemonade but don’t let that stop you from making it. I’m sure yours will look…
I have a shelf in one of my kitchen cabinets devoted entirely to baking supplies — so that at any given time, seven layer magic bars are not outside the realm of possibility. It’s a large shelf, big enough to accommodate multiple bags of flour, four or five kinds of sugar at any given time, chocolate chips, cocoa powder, chopped walnuts, sliced almonds, several types of oatmeal…you get the picture. It’s crowded in there.…
In college, white zinfandel, in all its too-sweet glory, always seemed to have a place in the refrigerator that my roommate Sarah and I shared. I’m happy to report that when we turned 21 as our palates matured, so did our tastes in wine. As my taste in wine evolved, I wish I could say that I immediately appreciated rosé wines but likely scarred from my sub-par experience with the big pink box of Franzia, I immediately moved on to…