Curing what ails with custard

Certain things quell a troubled soul like no other. Comfort foods — they have just the right combination of taste, texture, color and smell to bring immediate relief and send all worry and strife scurrying.

If I could choose just one comfort food — or one dessert, for that matter — it would . . . → Read More: Curing what ails with custard

Capturing the spirit of a Kansas pie queen

If Norma Grubb’s spirit could have been in my kitchen this past Thanksgiving morning (and if her spirit could be anywhere, likely last on her list would be my mad kitchen), she would have been laughing her you-know-what off. I began the day in serious distress, as it was raining, and the pie I intended . . . → Read More: Capturing the spirit of a Kansas pie queen