My grandmother, Maxine, was the best cook I’ve ever known, and the most instinctive. I don’t believe I ever saw her checking a recipe; in fact, I don’t think she owned a cookbook. No food scales for that woman; no careful leveling
It’s not much to look at, but I’m pretty crazy about this humble food dehydrator. It’s the third I’ve owned, and probably the simplest to operate. It’s a big improvement on the first one I bought, back when I was 22 and
A long, long time ago, back when I had more energy than I knew what to do with, I tried Once-A-Month-Cooking. One time. Once. Because even way back then, when I was probably twenty years younger than I am now, it was a TON of work. Now, I know people
I have never met a fondant I liked until I found this recipe for homemade marshmallow fondant (thanks to my friend, Taryn 🙂 ) I was so glad to find this, because regular fondant is … well, dee-scusting. You don’t want that stuff in your
Oh, how I love Costco’s rotisserie chicken. I mean it. I never get over how far that little $4.99 chicken will stretch. Here’s what I did with it this week:
I should have taken a picture before I started carving away … next time!
There it is … the first (homemade) eggnog latte of the season. And today was the absolute perfect day for it. The air was a bit chilly when I stepped out on the front porch to take a walk this afternoon, but the sun peeked so invitingly through