Falling for Fall
Oh autumn. The rusty orange leaves, the gray morning fog, the briskly blowing breezes… Yeah, I could do without the last two. While they give me the perfect excuse to curly up inside with a fuzzy fleece blanket, I much prefer other reminders of the changing seasons. Ones that warm my bones instead of freezing them stiff and solid.
Like pumpkin. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin cheesecake… Or ginger. Gingerbread, gingersnaps, gingerbread cookies… Or apples. Continue reading for recipe.
Thanksgiving Pumpkin Desserts: The Footnote
Somehow, after baking a pie, cheesecake, and cookies, a mound of unused pumpkin still sat in a tupperware container in my fridge. Granted, it was a rather small mound, less than half of a cup, but still… You’d think I’d have used it all up! (Especially since I made both the pie and a second cheesecake for Thanksgiving #3…) As it taunted me, the expiration dates of a few other ingredients begged to be used too. And who am I to refuse a baking opportunity? Continue reading for recipe.
No Pie on Thanksgiving: The Epilogue
I caved. I couldn’t have Thanksgiving without the pumpkin pie; the table looked naked without it. But because I promised that I’d make three untraditional pumpkin desserts, I dreams up two creative twists for this year’s pie. Continue reading for recipe.
A Pie-Less Thanksgiving
I love the Pilgrims who held the first Thanksgiving, especially those who continued the feast year after year. What other holiday calls for celebrating by bustling about the kitchen, cooking and baking all day? Thanksgiving and I were a match made in heaven. Continue reading for recipe.
Rolling in Apples
A coworker recently dumped a big bag of Granny Smith apples into my hands after her weekend outing to a local orchard. While I knew I just had to bake a pie (when life hands you apples, what else would you do?), I also wanted to make something slightly less traditional and a little more unpredictable. Continue reading for recipe.
Is Your Grandma on Speed Dial?
Nothing beats Grandma’s apple pie. Tart juicy apples bathed in cinnamon and encased in a butter flaky crust… As a child, I squealed and drooled with joy whenever one of these beauties arrived at our house. Continue reading for recipe.
Where’s My Umbrella?
This bipolar weather confuses me, my neighbors, their dog, the grocery store cashier, and everyone else avoiding our city streets. Just a week ago as I walked downtown, a little trickle of sweat snaked its way down the back of my neck as the sun pushed the thermometer over 90°. Now I still have a trickle on my neck, but it’s from the rainclouds mocking me since I forgot my umbrella at home. Joy.
When the storms roll in, I immediately dive into my oldest, comfiest, rattiest pair of sweats, curl up in a blankie, and read novels all day long. Well, not really. I wish I had enough time for that. But I do crave warm food. Continue reading for recipe.
Foods for the Soul 