Grilled lemon slices
I’m sure everyone in the world has thought of doing this but me–but you know how it is when you [...]
The heady alchemy of baking bread
It’s a cold winter afternoon, the kind when winter blisters past the windows, turning everything blue. Inside, I am kneading bread. Not in a bread machine but with my own palms and wrists. The dough is whole wheat, heavy and thick, and it takes muscle to punch it down, to knead and fold and press, then turn it, fold it, press it again. Over and over. For such a glutinous dough, it will take ten minutes to break it down, then a couple of hours to rise and lighten, another round of kneading before I nestle it into glass bread pans to rise one more time.
The Full Catastrophe
A great review from a kitchen professional on THE LOST RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS by Barbara O’Neal.
Slow cooked apple butter
I actually thought I’d posted this recipe already, but I must have posted it on a private loop somewhere.
As promised [...]












