July 4th is coming. A day where we celebrate the courage of a group of men who said things were just not good enough the way they are. Life can be better and we are going to do something about it. I feel that is the experience too many of us have had with theRead more
I am re-publishing the following post because this is what my kitchen currently looks like. I am truly starting to believe this renovation will never be over and I will not have a working kitchen again until we move. Meanwhile, the rest of you with working kitchens need Passover ideas. OK well, not all ofRead more
I’ve said it before, there are cake families and there are pie families. I come from a cake family, so growing up my exposure to pies was pretty limited. I thought pies had to be apple, served warm with vanilla ice cream. Yummy yes, but just the tip of the iceberg. So yes, I’m sorry to say that I was in my late 30s before I realized that both blueberry and cherry pies rock! I know. Cue your sigh of disgust. But let’s just be glad I am no longer living in the dark ages and have now caught up with the rest of you.
My two grandmothers could not have been more different. One had a German mother so she was very precise. Consequently, she was an exceptional baker. My other grandmother had a Russian mother and is the opposite of precise, whatever you call that, so not a great baker but an amazing cook. I guess I learned the precision thing because my Russian grandmother finds cooking or baking with me “exhausting.”
“Oh I’d love someone to make a gluten-free angel food cake!” my friend squealed. “Oh and you can use it for trifle,” she added. At this point I should mention she went to college in the South where apparently trifle is common. This comes as no shock to me. I have always wondered who ate trifle. It looks so good in photos but I have never been served one. Why do I see so many recipes for a dessert no one eats (though they clearly should)? So mystery solved. It is southern. That makes sense since let’s face it, everything good seems to come from the South. Two words: Fried chicken.
