The Dogs of Cookbook Wall

Dogs dictate much of what I accomplish in a day. I can run errands for exactly as long as it takes the smallest canine bladder in my house to reach capacity. I can cook efficiently only if the shepherd/collie mix doesn’t nap in front of a kitchen cabinet or the oven. I can chop onions…

Christmas Lights

  “What are you makin,’” the Home Depot employee said, “‘cuz I know you ain’t plumbin’.” Busted on Christmas Eve. Are there no middle-aged female plumbers in this land? Or were my mom jeans a dead give-away? I was standing in front of racks of copper pipes, juggling a five-foot length of 3/4-inch pipe between my hands,…

They Have, They Will, They Did

  The bride was beautiful in the lace gown she bought in Chicago, her veil so sheer that its ivory color was apparent only where it fell in folds. The groom was handsome in his military dress uniform, pants pressed with knife-edged creases, shoes glossy and spotless. The ceremony was a full Catholic Mass, held…

(Not a) Piece of Cake

Have I mentioned that I’m making a small wedding cake on Saturday? For First born’s wedding to her pilot? I’ve never made one before. Thought I’d bake a test run last night, to work out some of the kinks. It’s just (gluten-free) chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting, which I’ve made a jillion times. How…

Thanksgiving 2015

  I’m in that sweet spot of holiday mayhem: done with the cooking, happy with the memories made, and giving the evil eye to the odd ceramic dish or two that still must be handwashed. The leftovers got tossed today. I’d make everything again, except with less rum in the pumpkin pie and more cayenne…

Baked Eggs II

“These dogs have it made,” my husband declared, surveying three shaggy mounds reclining under and around our breakfast table. They could say the same about you, I replied, as I put a prosciutto-lined ramekin of eggs baked with cream on the placemat in front of him. One for B, and one for me. Freshly cut…

Classic Apple Pie

I made pie for me, just me, last Thursday. It was delicious. I ate almost the whole thing, and I am not sorry. Filling made with 1 1/2 pounds Granny Smith apples and 2 pounds Golden Delicious apples, prepared according to the recipe in The America’s Test Kitchen Family Cookbook, by the editors at America’s…

Oops.

If you received an e-mail this evening containing what looked like a half-finished Cookbook Wall blog post, that’s because it WAS a half-finished Cookbook Wall blog post. I accidentally pressed “publish” before the thing was ready. I often pull cornbread from the oven before it’s completely baked, too. Please see the website for a much more…

86 This

You want to know what I think? Here’s what I think. The world does not need a Thanksgiving cracker. Crackers are for Christmas, which is why they’re called Christmas crackers. They should be decorated with images of Santa or toy soldiers or holly sprigs and pine cones. A cracker festooned with a turkey is so…