I remember, like most Americans, the sound of the ice cream truck as it appeared from around the corner. You heard it before you saw it and that bell signaled summer. Was it the ice cream or the excitement of the chase that got our hearts pounding? Whichever it was, the ringing of the Good Humor truck instantly caused every young child to start yelling at Mom or Dad, “Hurry, hurry, we are going to miss it!”
Until a year ago, I never heard of Meyer lemons. Apparently, they are huge in the foodie community. I mean HUGE. Really, just Google it. It’s crazy. I’m not sure how I remained so ignorant of something the food world deems so important but, clearly, I am not alone. Everyone I mentioned it to, sinceRead more
With Valentine’s Day approaching, I wanted a quick and easy treat for the holiday. My mind immediately went to truffes. Everyone on Pinterest makes them look so easy, I figured this has to be the way to go. Well there is a whole bunch of information left out of those supposedly easy recipes. After a few weeks of trial and error, I will share with you what I learned.
I only remember two things from Jewish holiday dinners at my grandparent’s house. After all it was about 35 years ago since I was last there and let’s face it, we don’t remember all that much from when we were small. The memories are vivid, yes, but not plentiful. So all that stands out is every holiday my grandfather saying “Try a little wine.” And my grandmother yelling at him, “Harry, she doesn’t want any wine.”
I was having my daily phone conversation with my mother and was going over my plans for apple crumb cake bars. You see, I always talk through my recipe plans with my mother before I start. I am convinced it bores the hell out of her but she always so politely pretends to care. (She has zero interest in baking. Zero.) So I am discussing my plan to cut up the apples when she interrupts me and says “What if you use apple butter? No working mom wants to slice apples.” “Hmm good point” I reply. “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
