Our Finest Gifts We Bake

It started after dinner. I would fling open the hinged pantry doors and scan the wooden shelves for a good choice. Brownies? Jell-O? Something boxed would catch my elementary-schooler eyes. I can’t remember ever being told no when I hollered to my parents in the living room, “Can I make this?” I’m the kid who…

Chocolate is Comfort

I’m wandering around my kitchen. I’m harboring a dull urge for chocolate. If I don’t indulge it soon, it will intensify. It’s nearing that time of the month. I fix a cuppa tea, grab my iPad and start tapping. I find an interesting recipe. One that intrigues me, and might take care of my chocolate craving, but also…

Breakfast Teeth Sinkers

She texted something like, You should make these. Intrigued, I clicked through to the pastry recipe. It was over in a matter of seconds. Buttery layers filled with ham and cheese. Fun assembly required. Sold. My love affair with croissants started one Sunday after church in the late 80s with a BK Croissan’Wich. Buckled in,…

Waking Up

I can’t sleep, so I bake. I don’t mean regularly like a crutch against insomnia, but just at times when it’s impossible to fall back asleep, when the sun peeks above the horizon, and I feel like doing something instead of rolling around in the covers, restless. I tally up ingredients from my stock before…

Twisting Pretzels

I enjoy creating things in the kitchen so much that I call it “my office.” If you’re ever at my house, that’s why I have a photo of my husband and myself on the counter. It’s where the only housework I enjoy happens. I bookmark favorite recipes from blogs I follow, and I check out…