Confession: I made this snacky, breakfasty buckle cake a year ago, but kept it entirely to myself — that is, I forgot to share it with you. …Also I had four spoonfuls of ice cream for breakfast this morning (Ben … wait! there’s more…
Sometimes a girl just needs a doughnut. Now is one of those times. It’s not fair, really. Because, in life, if I see a doughnut, I need to have one. It doesn’t matter what time it is or exactly how … wait! there’s more…
I mean. Can I get a yeah girl? YEAH GIRL. The day I made these drippy little drip cakes was a day full of lessons. Lesson 1: Don’t get greedy with the batter. Stop just over halfway. Don’t you creep … wait! there’s more…
Today is a holiday! A Monday to sleep late, for some, and maybe read the paper by the window. A day to dream. Perfect for pancakes. I wish I could invite you over to eat pancakes! I’d make a pot … wait! there’s more…
I kept trying to brush it off, to try and let it right itself, but no matter: I had a day yesterday. I woke up with two pimples (note: don’t trust unmarked beauty store lotion samples, even if they’re free. … wait! there’s more…
I’m currently on an airplane, somewhere over… somewhere. Wisconsin? A Dakota? I don’t know, Philadelphia to Seattle is a long flight. I’ve got a bag brim-full of wrapped and ribboned presents tucked into the overhead bin above me, and I’m … wait! there’s more…
This is not a celebration cake, strictly speaking. I didn’t make it for anyone’s birthday, didn’t stick it through with candles or banners or sparkly sparklers (though it would look sort of adorable with the formers and latters, let’s be … wait! there’s more…
I mean… Do I even need words for these? How dang CUTE is he? I could just eat him up. Which, in fact, is exactly what I intend to do. So. Sorry I’m not sorry. Here’s a checklist for owl … wait! there’s more…
These doughnuts are baked and not fried, cinnamon-sugared and not plain, eaten and not saved. Both dunked and crumbled. Take the leap! Make some doughnuts. Other leaps worth taking, while we’re on the subject: Write things, even if you feel … wait! there’s more…
I spent the weekend in Tennessee, near Chattanooga; it’s where Ben’s Nana grew up. We were there to celebrate the life of this amazing Southern lady, to smile at her kindness and spirit, to cry because we’ll miss her. When … wait! there’s more…