A homemaker's kitchen journal
Not having a single new recipe to extol about, yet expounding on past glory is like a movie you play on rewind.
H ow could I let you go, without throwing out some Thanksgiving cheer? Especially after we've known each other for so long.
The job of baking something palatable, and have it fulfill the dual destiny of being remarkably delicious, and show visually as a f.
There's some excitement when I am beginning to share with you hidden treasures and untold secrets of lifelong loves.
I've read that you can survive 3 minutes without oxygen, 3 days without water and 3 weeks without food.
If your Fourth of July is as happy as this cake is, then I'd say you're having a very good holiday.
As far as consistent recipe writing goes, the five cooking magazines I bought the other day and timely pinterest intervention had m.
The last few weeks in October predictably find me in a till- January successive frenzy.
The well-massed friend up there totally encapsulates my mealtime disposition these days, uncomfortably.
With the innumerable cake stories told here , and throngs, in cue, waiting to be published, whipping up a cake on impulse, is qui.
The keen desire for a pastry such as this got stuck in my head while I was having waffles the previous morning.
For those of you who sense a lack of design and artistry skills, particularly in the baking department, this might be a project to conside.
Here's the thing: building cakes of somewhat designer magnitude should not be limited toward events of an apparent worthiness factor, you k.