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By rahoward, on May 6th, 2018
I have plenty on my plate, but I’ve enjoyed adding trying out the recipes from Baked Sunday Mornings to my “to-do” baking schedule. It gives me a chance to attempt things I might not have otherwise and share with fellow bakers the results! While I cannot commit to making each recipe on the roster, I . . . → Read More: Baked Sunday Mornings: Jamming with a breakfast bar
By rahoward, on April 28th, 2018
My friend Petrie and I get along pretty well, for the most part.
We have our moments of contention.At times, he seems to be sluggish and distantly separate when I have forgotten him for awhile…he likes to be stirred up, and only I can do that. He spat at me once, in one long, . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Popping many questions to ‘Petrie’
By rahoward, on December 24th, 2017
The first food gift I remember was wrapped in aluminum foil and topped with an adhesive-backed bow. Cinnamon rolls…jillions of them, all over the countertops in their silver packets, awaiting Christmastime delivery to family, friends, neighbors.
My mom got up in the wee hours of the morning to do this, because the rolls were . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Rolling with the meant-to-be
By rahoward, on August 23rd, 2017
Ever since I discovered my birthday coincided with National Waffle Day (on Aug. 24, 1869, the first U.S. Patent for the waffle iron was issued), the breakfast treat has been more on my radar.
It has almost always been my first choice on the menu at restaurants that served waffles for breakfast, likely because it . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Topping a sourdough waffle
By rahoward, on July 18th, 2017
My mom’s got a thing against muffins. She won’t make them. She won’t eat them. This stems from a traumatic period in her childhood, where her obligations as a member of 4-H pushed her to the brink after years of being chained to an oven, churning out muffin after muffin.
It’s not the taste . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Basking in a morning glory muffin
By rahoward, on February 1st, 2017
I won’t say I was anticipating a Dutch baby almost as much as a real one because that wouldn’t be true. First off, I have no anticipation for a real one; second off, as excited as I was to make a Dutch baby, I’m sure the thrill level would fall far shorter than the usual . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Expecting (big things from) a Dutch baby
By rahoward, on May 30th, 2015
In the thousands of miles famed roving food writer Clementine Paddleford logged in the 1940s and ‘50s for her How America Eatscolumns and cookbook, she did not skirt her home state of Kansas.
Of Liberal, Kan., “self-styled Pancake Hub of the Universe,” where an annual pancake race of international notoriety is still held every year, . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Chronicling a Kansas flapjack
By rahoward, on March 9th, 2015
Imagine a place where a pancake, a scone and a donut all meet. Well, apparently, that place is Wales and the treat is a very humble-looking yet flavorful little bread called a Welsh cake.
In the Welsh language, they are called “cage bach” or “picau ar y maen.” In much more pronounceable terms, they . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Welcoming Welsh Cakes
By rahoward, on September 30th, 2014
Oh, give me September and long light and fading days and pungent air. Fiery colors, dropping leaves, the smell of earth as she bakes, then cools. Spiders and squirrels, equally industrious. Give me September’s National Biscuit Month, and I’ll give you…biscuits, no question.
A biscuit is mostly considered a bread on the rise through baking . . . → Read More: Bread of the Month: Ascending with angel biscuits
By rahoward, on May 18th, 2014
Probably the most curious item I’ve ever seen brought to a potluck was a tortilla espanola. It was served in a basket, wrapped in a towel…a potato and onion omelette, so firm it was cut in wedges and could be eaten by hand. Having consumed more eggs over my years than the average person, this . . . → Read More: Marveling at simple tortilla espanola
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Quotable: “People ask me: "Why do you write about food, and eating, and drinking? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way the others do?" . . . The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry.”
--M.F.K. Fisher
"It was in a yellow limestone church in Stockdale, Kansas, a crossroads town, that I sat dreaming during summer Sunday sermons, not of heaven or hell, but of the good dinner to come."
--Clementine Paddleford
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