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My late Grandma Mae called my parents nearly every day until her death in 2008 at the age of 92. Her inquiries were nearly always the same: “What’s new?†“What’s the weather doin’ over there?†“How’s your firewood holding up?†But one of her predominant questions was as much to affirm as to ask: . . . → Read More: Guest Kitchen: Following in (peanut) brittle footsteps
Imagine a morning, a coming of winter morning when you exclaim, “Oh, my! It’s fruitcake weather!†Truman Capote did, and upon reading his story, “A Christmas Memory†for the first time about a decade ago, I never quite felt the same about Capote, Christmas or fruitcake. I was always a Capote fan, ever . . . → Read More: Faring well in ‘fruitcake weather’
I don’t consider myself a great pie baker, and I’ve not made a lot of pies. I’ve had better success with other baked goods. The problem I have – which recurs in any number of areas of my life – is I suffer from great anxiety about pie baking, and when I suffer from anxiety . . . → Read More: Baking three (or more) cooks and one pumpkin into a pie
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