Living in Southern California I’ve had to give up on the idea of autumn as I experienced it back East: the echo of birds racing through a quickly denuding forest, the shush of crackly leaves up to your ankles, the…
Living in Southern California I’ve had to give up on the idea of autumn as I experienced it back East: the echo of birds racing through a quickly denuding forest, the shush of crackly leaves up to your ankles, the…
There’s a reason the rhyme says, “Cinnamon, spice, and all that’s nice.” For me there’s nothing that says autumn like the smell of warm spice cookies wafting from the oven. Which doesn’t explain why I’m baking these cookies now…
My ciabatta is off, and no, that’s not a medical euphemism. I realize my recipe for no-knead undead ciabatta on the bread page was coming out too dry. Think, Uncle F$#k-Up! The hydration is supposed to be 100%. This means…