…because we can’t count. There’s a layer of salted, buttery graham cracker crumbs (one); and a layer of coconut mixed with chocolate chips (two), all glued together with sweetened condensed milk that bakes to a chewy gold on the edges. The condensed milk melds with everything else so it can hardly be classified as another…
This is not a pickle recipe.
This is about macaroni and cheese. Eventually. I’m remembering a hot day in early September. Dinner was take-out from a barbecue place. I had made refrigerator pickles for the first time recently, so I got out a jar and placed it in the middle of the table. Pickles go with lots of different foods, not…
Chocolate Chip Cookie Two-fer
There’s a chocolate chip cookie recipe I keep in my hip pocket, so to speak. Actually, I keep it rubber-banded to the canister of all-purpose flour in my kitchen cabinet. That’s how close I keep this recipe. Originating in the kitchens of Hershey’s Chocolate Company decades ago, these cookies have been in my family forever,…
Chicken Technique
That’s not the most compelling title I’ve ever read, but this isn’t exactly a recipe, although it comes from a wonderful cookbook. A couple of years ago I was looking at a chicken salad recipe in Bon Appétit, Y’all, by Virginia Willis (© 2008). Having been obsessed for years with finding the best way to…
Lemon-Ginger Chicken Salad …
… means summer to me. So does a blooming August Beauty gardenia bush, one of which happens to be putting on a show right now next to my deck stairs.* At various times through spring and summer, this former modest potted plant becomes a tarty six-foot-tall Vargas pin-up, exuding clouds of perfume from perfect spirals…
Pancakes are us.
And we love our pancakes. I come from a long line of pancake makers, each with her own signature flair. My mother poured them into teddy-bear shapes, making eyes with chocolate chips. My mother-in-law slathered the tops of hers with butter that melted into golden pools on the plate. My aunt spread raspberry jam over…
Hummus got me thinking.
I didn’t realize until last night that my kids, now grown women, might have discarded the chicken nugget palates of their childhoods. While I’ve always loved cooking, my kids rarely loved what I made. (Meanwhile, my husband and friends who shared our meals were generous with their compliments. The food couldn’t have been that bad!)…
Cookbook Wall 