When I was little, my mom had her standard dessert recipes. She made a really fantastic chocolate chip cake (always in a pretty bunt pan) for birthdays and every summer to make use of the pear bounty from our 2…
By Sunday evening, I felt my mojo returning. I was feeling healthy again, but I didn’t want to bust up the joint by letting all hell break loose, so I started off with some wholesome baking. And I mean wholesome.…
Some of the best things, when put to paper, oftentimes just don’t sound that spectacular. Spice cake? Really? It just doesn’t have the ring of awesomeness. Holy-Mother-Flipping-Totally-Rad-Spice-Cake, maybe. Please do not let the lackluster photo or hum-drum name sway you…
I’ve been swamped with work so it’s been nothing but crickets around here from my end. I haven’t had much to write about really, as all the cooking that I’ve been doing has involved just emptying out all the bits…
I grew up eating hot cross buns at Easter. My mom would come back from the grocery store with a bag filled with a double layer of 8 hot crossed buns. We’d heat them up in the oven for a…
When we were growing up, Fridays meant fish to my Catholic parents. And usually, that meant croquettes which my mom used to eat growing up in Quebec. It involved a can of salmon, mashed potatoes and some salt and pepper…
After reading Ximena’s post about a comforting one-bowl chicken and rice dish, I wanted something similar. But instead of picking a meal with an eastern flare, I headed south…errr, well, actually, to September’s issue of Bon Appétit and found this…
When I saw these squares on this blog, I wanted them in my belly, stat! But like all food porn, I knew I’d have to wait until I could make these myself. And boy, was it worth the wait. I…