The other night, we had a party. A little one. The girls stayed up until eleven, and went to sleep happy. For them, I think the night was a little magical. I had tucked them into bed with their friend who had come with her mother to the party at 9:30, but at 11:00, they…
nibby buckwheat cookies
I am a sucker for feeding people. I can’t help it. Sometimes my desire to fill the bellies of friends who come into the house feels a little bit beyond my control. Come by to drop off a book. Leave with granola. I don’t even know how it happened. I just slip you a bag,…
butterscotch budino with caramel sauce
I’m not feeling particularly triumphant today. I keep trying to rally, to throw my fist in the air and say “Wahoo!” but it’s just not coming. Although I must say, typing it helped a little bit. Let’s try that again. “Wahoo!” Nope, lost it that second time. Oh, well. I’m a little aimless. A little…
ricotta cake
I’m pretty sure that there was only one cookbook in my mother’s kitchen when I was a child. Or at least only one that mattered. I remember sitting on the floor with the cookbook on my lap, dressed in mini patchwork bell bottoms and lace up boots, perusing the handwritten recipes, the “mushroom strudel”, the…
vanilla pudding, or why mason jars are sometimes cuter than children
A few days ago, a little gift of a picture arrived in my email. The photo was taken at night, with dinner cooking on the stove in the background. On the counter stood 4 perfect little mason jars, filled with tapioca pudding. The sender of the photo had prepared the pudding with her son, and…
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