Category: Food
I’m not a chef! I’m not even a cook. I have no authority to write about food. Except that I sort of do, because I have four kids and a husband who eat three meals a day, 7 days a week, (as do I), so I make roughly 3,780 meals a month. Sometimes, food is just food. And sometimes, there is a story there. Here are some of mine.
THE Peach Cobbler
The best peach cobbler I have ever had was in Canton, Texas, while visiting my aunt Trish the Thanksgiving after my mom died. My...
Saint Michael Pumpkin Scones
I made pumpkin scones last weekend, refrigerating the dough on Saturday night and baking it on Sunday morning. I was skeptical; pumpkin is so...
If I Could Eat Anything for a Day
If I could eat anything–if calories didn’t matter and the normal laws that govern human stomachs were revoked–I’d start my day with pie....
Bad Hair and Blueberry Muffins
I was in seventh grade. I had glasses and braces and hair that did not confine itself to looking bad once in a while,...
Gingersnaps
Everyone has their thing they make at Christmas. Or maybe it is a thing their mother made, or grandmother. A sweet thing that was...
The Soup Whisperer
I make this soup. It’s not really one kind of soup; it’s any; it’s many. It starts out the same every time, but it...
The Stand Mixer
Three years ago, I had more counter space. The counter wasn’t that big to begin with, and now roughly a fifth of it is...