It's been a while, but finally here is a belated pie post (and pi puns) post pi day potluck 2015. As you may know it was a big year for pi day being that it was 3.14.I5. (I know, thrilling!) and it seemed only natural to commemorate this centennial occasion by hosting a party devoted to gorging on pies with friends. The request was simple: bring a pie, savory or sweet, the definition of "pie" being anything with a crust OR alternatively any dish with the word pie in it. Had I more time and stamina and ovens I would have made this deep dish pizza pie and these oatmeal creme pies, and something with a pretzel crust, but I'm only one girl! Three pies in one day seemed excessive yet attainable.Read More
I recall thinking early in November that the holiday season was strangely close, too close in fact, didn't we just do this? And then, before I could even sop up the last of the turkey gravy with my eighth dinner roll it was here, all Charlie Brown and tacky christmas sweaters and leftover cookies with breakfast. There was a night I spent two hours crafting one paper snowflake with a dull x-acto blade while Vince Gueraldi played on an endless loop, and the afternoon I went from mass producing Christmas cards to making last minute ceramic coasters. And then there was this weekend, where I spent more time in the kitchen than I did in bed, beginning with butternut truffle mac n' cheese for a potluck, followed by soft pretzels, a honey pie, and many soups, finishing Sunday night rather triumphantly with these fancy little things.Read More
WHERE DID THIS SUMMER GO?!
You're probably all wondering the same thing. The past few months flew by wayyyy too fast and all that remains now – other than the occasional 80+ degree day – is this lovely ice cream recipe. So let’s eat some ice cream together and pretend that it’s not September already.Read More
Eating ice cream after dinner was a nightly ritual in my family growing up. My mom, who has more of a salt-tooth than a sweet-tooth, would occasionally take a bite from one of ours, while my dad got twice as much as we were allowed because, logically, he was twice as big. During the winter months, we stayed at home and scooped green mint chocolate chip ice cream into mugs instead of bowls. Over the summer, we went out for soft-serve cones. We spent many evenings waiting in line at Boice's, where I would order the classic twist in a cone with rainbow sprinkles. The one rule was that we had to lick off all of our sprinkles before we got back into the car.Read More
"Muffins are a dish best served warm...and shared" or so they say. If some dishes are best served alone, then I do declare that muffins are the dish for sharing. They do of course come in bundles of a dozen or so, and how much more wonderful they taste with a cup of coffee and a good friend! In fact, in the history of muffin making, no one has EVER turned down a hand delivered muffin.
Follow me, if you will, for a moment down memory lane (Evergreen Lane, actually) to early mornings as a child, awoken by my alarm clock that was the sweet smell of cranberry orange muffins or lemon blueberry (or if I was especially lucky, jam filled cornmeal muffins) followed by the sharp smell of espresso and a few licks on the hand from my golden retriever, Dijon. If only everyone could wake up in this fashion! Groggy-eyed, I'd follow the scent to the kitchen where my dad would be found bundling up the baked treats in a kitchen towel, tucked into a basket, ready to be delivered to friends as a "thank you for helping me out last week" or "thanks for being great". A muffin gift truly speaks a thousand words. Not every muffin would make it into the basket, of course, and I would enjoy mine sliced open like a sandwich with a generous slice of butter tucked inside, melted immediately by the still steaming treat.Read More
If you've read some of my previous recipes (here, here, and here), you've probably realized by now that I'm pretty obsessed with coconut, though Katie might argue that "pretty obsessed" is an understatement. I don't really know where it all started, but, if I had to guess, I'd say I got it from my dad, whose love for coconut is one for the books.
I do clearly remember, however, when I had my first bite of coconut cream pie. I was about 8 years old, and I was having lunch with my grandparents at Wiltwyck Golf Club. My Papa suggested that I order the coconut cream pie for dessert, and I did so not knowing that my whole life was about to change...Read More