I’ve spent many years looking out the kitchen window. Some views better than others, some in the country, some in the suburbs and some in the city. I first learned to wash dishes without a dishwasher standing at my mom’s farmhouse sink with my sisters, one who usually had something she urgently needed to do… Read More The Kitchen Sink
I don’t know when my love for baking began or when it was instilled. Maybe it was the red Betty Crocker cookbook my mom had setting on her farm kitchen counter. My first recollection of baking is a young teen making chocolate chip cookies, trying to get them in the oven before my mom ate… Read More Croissants or Bust
Fall in upstate New York is full of brilliant oranges, stunning yellows, vintage browns and grass that has not turned white. I have been enjoying apple orchards, walks with Kelsey in Albany, cups of coffee not far from her apartment, authentic Thai food and a stroll around the capital. I was inspired to make my… Read More Monday Musings