“Oh, I can’t bake, it’s too complicated. I can hardly make toast.” NO! No excuses! If my five-year old daughter can make these little yogurt cups, you can too. And everyone will be impressed and you can proclaim yourself prince…
Just like Taco Tuesday or Pizza Friday, this blog needs a themed day. And since I’m UncleF#*k-Up I get to declare a day and then promptly ignore or forget about it. Today’s grab bag starts with things going wrong in…
Okay, here it comes, the great self-referential post for the week. Every year I make Irish soda bread for St. Patrick’s Day. Is it because it’s the one day when you’re so drunk you won’t notice if the bread doesn’t…
Just so we’re clear, for my New Yawk readers, “Into the Maw” means into the mouth, not into the “mawl”, the place where you go shopping at stow-uhs. So, what goes into the maw of a fifteen-month old? Just about…
I’ve always been entranced by the idea of growing your own fruit. Maybe it’s from growing up with gardens that supplied either herbs, a few undersized tomatoes, or large leafy greens that everyone admired before quietly transferring them to the…
Last night I was making our weekly bread and Child Harbat begged me to help. She couldn’t wait to get her hands washed and the stepstool set up so she could work beside me, pouring the ingredients and mixing them…
Sometimes it’s good to go back to your roots. I started with more decorative breads some years ago and was asked to make a nice gift bread so I put together a cardamom braided bread. It uses my basic white…
When I grew up we had dinner together. Children were called away from homework (television) or calls went out the front door to summon those in the fresh air. Hands were washed, places taken, and dinner began. I don’t know…
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…