As promised last week, this week I’m diving into the apple recipes. Since last weekend, I have made two new apple things, and still have plans of turning the incredible amount of apples I have left into apple chips, a rare recipe that I repeat frequently. That means next week I’ll tell you all how to make Apple Bread.
When Marj comes to town, it’s pretty much a given that we’re going to bake. So when she offered to pick up cherries at her market in New York, I asked (OK, maybe told) her to bring a recipe to use them in as well. And did she deliver.
My only complaint about blog-life is that I feel like I can never repeat recipes. When I’m going to bake something new every week, there doesn’t seem to be time. And when I know that my dad’s favorite thing I’ve made is Lemon Meringue Pie, but I need to make something new, it’s kind of frustrating to have to say no.
Vacation baking can be difficult. You’re in a new place. Your kitchen lacks all of your favorite gadgets. You maybe kinda definitely would rather be lying out in the sun. All of these things are magnified when it’s spring break and you’ve dedicated the week to devouring as many books that don’t talk about the law as possible.
Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly blog-writer-ish, I take stock of what I’ve posted and what I’m lacking. In the world of baking, it quickly becomes apparent that I love to make cookies. I have four pages worth of cookie posts, and they are always what I turn to when I’m not sure what to make. I also like cupcakes. And brownies/bar cookies. But then I get to my pie category, and realize that it could use some love.
This post starts with a new Saturday morning tradition. Last week was the first time we tried this, but since its been two weeks in a row, I’m calling it a tradition. I start a run from my parents’ new house and my mom starts to walk. I go out around to the beach and back, and it times out perfectly (like, arriving-at-the-door-at-the-exact-same-time perfectly) that we meet at the bakery we always used to go to from their old house.
Last week was my birthday, which is the best day of my birthday week, which is the best week of my birthday month. I’m not sure when exactly I decided my birthday was in fact a month-long event, but it was definitely a decision that I stand by. In fact, I was still celebrating my birthday week this weekend at Taste of Country Music Festival, which is why this post is a day late.
Yesterday, as I am sure you are aware, was the Pi Day of the century. 3.14.15. Naturally, as a teacher, I had plenty of people to invite over who were equally excited about such an event. And, obviously, this week I had to make pie. Now, my dilemma came when I realized that this would also be my last time to post before St. Patrick’s Day, which really is the highlight of the month of March. So my goal became to find a recipe that could double as celebrating both.
On Friday, I played a round of golf with my dad (I get out maybe once a year) and we were discussing summer desserts. I, personally, am of the belief that any real dessert has to include chocolate, and the denser that chocolate, the better. However, my dad, also a sweets connoisseur, was arguing for the merits of a light, sweet, lemon meringue pie. I have always shied away from meringue, because some part of me was convinced it was far too hard to make (it’s not), and have never actually truly made a pie from scratch, crust and all. …
So today is the first day of the year where I’ve been able to convince myself it’s nice enough to sit on my balcony to type my blog. Granted, I’m wearing a fleece and cradling a cup of hot tea, but I am outside! Anyways, this weekend I had a group of teachers from my high school over for a potluck dinner. Now, I’m really bad at potlucks. Not because I don’t know what to make, but because I want to make everything. It’s very hard for me to pass up the opportunity to cook things for other people, and by …