Last night I dreamt about rhubarb. What does that mean?
I took it as a sign that I should show you how to make my favorite pie. Any dream interpreters out there can speak now or forever hold your peace.
Anyone?
Great! Pie it is.
Once upon a time there was someone named "The Pie Lady" in my hometown.…
I have a custard addiction.
And I recently discovered that custard is socially acceptable to eat at breakfast. I don't know why it took so long to find this out. I haven't had enough exposure to doughnuts I think.
So I immediately made lemon curd. And after I spooned it into the jar, I licked every last…
It's entirely possible I've lost my mind. But I prefer to call it investigative blogging. It has a better ring to it.
I was talking to Grandma Pellegrini the other day about Easter, and food, and food, and Easter, and she started telling me about these jello eggs she used to make.
"Wait, what?!?!" I replied very…
Grandma Pellegrini has these faintly pink glass bowls in her house. She's had them since the 1930's. She and her sister (my great-aunt) lived together in New York City when they were working girls.
I like that she still has them.
She served me a pudding in them that I would like to tell you about, because…
I have a mold. I don't know where it came from. It just appeared one day. It's always in the way, it doesn't fit anywhere nicely. It was suggested at one point that we throw it out, but it wouldn't go. So today I finally used it, in honor of our Christmas party this evening.
I…
I am always so impressed with people who produce oceans of Christmas cookies of various kinds and dole them out in charming tins. The woman who took care of me growing up has about twenty or so kinds of cookes that she makes every year. She doesn't break a sweat. They are all very different…
In preparation for my book... I've been testing out quite a lot of recipes. These I like to call "Bananas Foster Cupcakes," because they celebrate cream and rum and cake in three lavish bites. (There's cream inside!)
I've discovered that to get a truly unbiased opinion on a recipe, it is best to set it in the…
I am a tad obsessed with apple picking. I have spent many minutes rallying people to go with me on an apple picking adventure. Those that always resist are male… something in their nature doesn’t desire a day of frolicking in an orchard with a basket and a long pole, and eating apples until your…
Today, we make this:
One fruit, so many possibilities. Quince granita, quince pâté de fruits, quince soup, poached quince, quince jelly, quince sauce, quince fritters...oh wait...
They are one of my favorite fruits. Look how nice and pink they become when you cook them, a soothing glamorous pink.
But they start off this color. Green with a hint of yellow.…