A Home Cook's Journal of Tastes & Morsels
I made cookies and then I smooshed ’em and I swirled ’em into ice cream. I dolloped that with sweetened condensed milk frosting, topped with more of ’em, crushed. I suppose that isn’t all I learned to do over the course of this most recent revolution around the sun. What a life. Oats and peanut…
Aren’t Clementines supposed to be out of season? My whole life, I have spent Christmases peeling plump wreaths of sweet orange-ness. It is now the end of March, and I feel like a chipmunk-cheeked, cake-baking and -eating fraud. Wikipedia tells me that the ones I used to make this cake were birthed on the cusp…
Perhaps this is because I have been reading a lot of Neil Gaiman lately, but I have noticed-thanks to the spring in my step, the glitter of the sun shining through my windows, the fact that the wonderful things in my life exist-that I might just be a fully-converted believer in the magic of serendipity.…
