One of my most vivid childhood memories is the smell of simmering milk or even burnt milk on the stove. Until about 25 years ago or maybe less, my grandparents had raw milk delivered to the pastry shop once a day from a farm just 3 km away. The milk came in large metal containers ...
As you are reading this, my little one and I are on a transatlantic flight home, or perhaps even there by now. This month's Daring Bakers challenge almost didn't happen for me, but I couldn't let that happen after skipping last month's lasagna recipe. I rushed through it and didn't really have a chance to ...
Yesterday was Jill's birthday and I had the best intentions in the world to make a beautiful cake for her, but I have been juggling too many things at once and it just didn't come out as I had envisioned it. A bit sloppy, but full of good wishes. I wish I could share more ...
It has been a very busy couple of weeks and I feel I have not had enough time to answer all your comments and emails. I apologize for this and please bear with me. I have taken on a couple of new assignments that have left little time for any other recipe development or photography. ...
I have a confession to make. I have a cookbook addiction. I collect cookbooks. I do not always read them, but I like to have them, touch them and see them on display. Strange since I am not a collector at all and I cannot live surrounded by clutter, but cookbooks... I cannot help myself.About ...