Hi! I’m Molly. I’m big cheeked and curly haired and decidedly 30-something. I have clammy hands, two blond toddlers named Calder and Jack, two younger sisters and questionable taste in popular music.
I grew up near Philadelphia, surrounded by cousins and corned beef sandwiches. I played lots of sports and ate lots of orange slices. Also popsicles.
I spent my college years in Amherst, Massachusetts, and Paris, France. After graduation I got a good, sensible, grown-up job in Boston, and it only took me two and half years to realize I’d rather not be all that sensible. So, naturally, I went to culinary school.
I graduated from New York City’s French Culinary Institute (now part of the Institute of Culinary Education) in 2010 with expertise in both culinary and pastry arts. I spent some time as a private chef in the Hamptons and as a baker/confectioner/chocolatier for Liddabit Sweets in Brooklyn. I’ve worked in the SAVEUR Magazine test kitchen, and taught cooking classes for some tiny residents of Brooklyn Heights and San Francisco. I’ve written two (pretty great! If I’m allowed to say that) cookbooks, and love my domestic life in Seattle.
I take all my own photographs, and I use a Canon Rebel T2i digital SLR camera. I love it, and have very little clue as to how to appropriately use it. I think lessons are in order. Want to give me lessons? I can pay you in cookies, I promise.
Some important things:
I currently work as a stay-at-home mom. It’s a hard and wonderful job.
My grandmas and my sisters are my heroes.
I am afraid of sharks and lactose intolerance.
Black lives matter. Love is love. If you disagree, bye.
I enjoy most literature meant for young adults.
Milkshakes are really good now and less good later.
I think nails were meant to be painted, and red lipstick looks good on everyone.
Gardening is magical.
I’m really glad you’re here.