Let the baking begin

It’s Christmas Eve morning. Brahms plays quietly on the record player, our cat Tubbles rubs her face on my pen, smudging my words, and coffee steams on the end table next to me. The sky is blueing after the black of night. My husband is in the kitchen making dough for a braided cranberry walnut … Continue reading Let the baking begin


Photo courtesy of condesign on Pixabay. One of my favorite memories from our lives in Florida is from when the kids were small — our daughter was maybe 3 years-old and our son 5 — and we went strawberry picking. The berries glistened like red candy against emerald leaves in row upon row of raised … Continue reading Strawberries


Photo credit fancycrave1 on Pixabay¬† Sugar. Rain. Salt. Syrup. Love. Liquid from a pitcher, tea from leaves steeped in the sun, sweet with sugar melted in warmth. Dribble, splash. Soak-water dumped from the batter bowl. Thick amber tilted from a honey pot, viscous, gleaming like liquid gems. A heart into ink. That’s what I did … Continue reading Pour


My daughter and I spent our Saturday night watching Cupcake Wars. We watched bakers peel waxy paper from half-pound blocks of butter then tumble the heavy slabs into stand mixers with vanilla extract, powdered sugar, and sometimes mascarpone cheese, or sour cream, or cocoa powder. I didn’t understand how the bakers could refrain from reaching … Continue reading Butter