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By rahoward, on February 28th, 2021
Rugelach — little bites of buttery, cream cheese dough rolled up with fillings (jam, fruits, chocolate and nuts) into crescent-like swirls and baked to a golden brown — fall somewhere between a cookie and a pastry. I was excited to run across the term “pastry cookie” recently in my rugelach research. I was . . . → Read More: Cookie of the Month: Cheering for cherry rugelach
By rahoward, on October 22nd, 2017
I’m highly suggestible when it comes to baking. Give me an appealing recipe, an enticing photo, a whiff of a good baking idea, and if I have a little time to myself (or even if I don’t), I’ll assemble the ingredients and be on my way.
You don’t need a reason to bake, though the . . . → Read More: Baked Sunday Mornings: Rolling out a good ol’ apple pie
By rahoward, on September 28th, 2016
“…there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” — William Shakespeare
It’s ironic that each year, I make a birthday cake for myself (but mainly for my blog, since we share birthdays). Because, to be honest, on the list of desserts I favor, cake ranks low. I am more a crisp, . . . → Read More: Honoring the patron saint of pastry
By rahoward, on September 24th, 2011
As we head into fall and the light shifts to a beautiful golden slant, the air takes on a heady and romantic quality, and the leaves on the trees begin to rattle toward looseness, I think of turning over a new leaf. And as I think of that, naturally, I think of…turnovers.
To some, that . . . → Read More: Flipping for apple turnovers
By rahoward, on May 31st, 2011
I’ve become quite fond of mini desserts. Diminishing the size of a sweet also reduces the guilt, and there is actually ample satisfaction in just one bite. Plus, a mini donut, cake or pie is just so darn cute. I believe this has something to do with the recent cupcake craze…cake, by the cup, is . . . → Read More: Telling of two strawberry tarts
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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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