Cam was disappointed that this recipe wasn’t the first one posted from the church youth group supper. Chandler was so pleased with himself that he recognized the brown sugar in the icing, and Catherine, damn her eyes, may be the only person I’ve ever known who could love this, yet eat only a bite or… Continue reading For Cam, Chandler and Catherine: The banana sheet cake with caramel frosting`
This is my mother’s mother’s baby sister, Charlotte. I remember her whooping laugh, her wonderful, ramshackle cottage on Lake Pochung and her angel food cake, which was high and white as the Cliffs of Dover, sweet and light as a forkful of cloud. For my 16th birthday, she made one of these wonders and Uncle Theodore brought his… Continue reading Great-aunt Charlotte, angel food cake
I have a friend who says all she did to lose weight was use small plates at suppertime. I’m married to a former farmer who recognizes small plates as suitable only for dessert — it runs in the genes. In January we were at a convention of farmers at Asheville’s famed Grove Park Inn, and… Continue reading Smaller plates; butterscotch apple crisp in the slow cooker
Anne Lamott describing her usual Sunday School class for youngsters in Stitches: “Then we pray to try to be good and kind to one another. We read a short passage of Scripture, talk about it and try to learn something together about our lives and God’s love. And then, as in all great religious traditions, we… Continue reading And then…
It was a lovely wedding last weekend — beautiful, meaningful ceremony full of promises and promise, laughter, spring flowers, good people, fat babies and food to make hearts sing. Friday night we ate Italian, the Saturday brunch reception food was Cajun and the Sunday morning breakfast for out-of-towners was a table of quiches, breads, fresh… Continue reading Adult chocolate cake
So it’s really not my fault! Gretchen Reynolds in today’s New York Times writes about the different responses of obese and normal weight women watching other women exercise. During this discussion she says — just as if everyone knew: … Continue reading Help, I need a different brain!
“My mother likes to use recipes,” said our youngest daughter to her friend in a tone that implied I abuse kittens. Both of these young women are the kind of intuitive cooks that fix what’s in the cupboard. Me, not so much. I’ve never been an improviser — at the piano, on stage or in the… Continue reading The Remains of the (Birth)day