Riffing on a mother’s love for rhubarb

Of all the things my mother loved, high on her list was (of all things!)  rhubarb. She grew the stuff herself ( of course), and the huge plants seemed to inhabit a planetary space of their own in the garden. The long pinkish-red stalks, the dark-green, flouncing elephant ear-sized leaves, seemed to . . . → Read More: Riffing on a mother’s love for rhubarb

Scone of the Month: Stretching dough for pandowdy

Fruit desserts are among my favorite, partly because of their wholesome coziness, as well as some of their colorful names. You have fools, grunts, slumps and crisps, and even more specifically with apples, you get dumplings, brown “betties” and pandowdies. 

I have yet to make all of these whimsically named creatures featuring . . . → Read More: Scone of the Month: Stretching dough for pandowdy

Baked Sunday Mornings: Pairing pears and plums

Plums are so unique and uniquely summer. Their subtle sweetness, spicy and floral, extends beyond that into a spectrum of flavors, depending on the type of plum or plum cross (plum/apricot, plum/cherry), with hits of tartness and soft notes of apple, berries and citrus. 

I look forward to plum season every year, our . . . → Read More: Baked Sunday Mornings: Pairing pears and plums