We were dubbed The Macaroon Gang by one of the husbands of our little group, incredulous as he was that his wife and her food-obsessed buddies would devote an entire day to tracking down macaroons on the Lower East Side. But by then we had our route plotted out, starting at the little shop that stocked barrels of fresh, moist, densely sweet coconut macaroons…
The signboard outside a neighborhood sweets shop offered the enticing promise of rose-flavored hot chocolate. A promise that, as is so often is the case with rose-flavored/scented foods, did not quite stand up in the bargain. The Valrhona hot chocolate was indeed luscious and lovingly prepared, but a bit heavy-handed in the addition of rose flavoring….
Walnut cookies are as versatile as they are delicious. They can be rolled in balls or flattened like a traditional cookie. Or they can be cooked in molds, made fancy when the two halves are cemented together with icing or melted jam… or, when in my hands, with chocolate ganache.
I do not believe for a second that cookies are a chore. On the contrary, they are a zen joy to me, all process-based chemistry with magic fulfillment at the end.
What’s a girl to do with a bowl of leftover buttercream, namely of the brown sugar variety?
Underbake them slighty and you will end up with blondies that tend toward a caramel center. Delicious with beer, they’d probably be better with milk.
The word, Yoga, literally means to unite. Some say it is the uniting of individual consciousness with higher consciousness. Others believe it to be a state of realization. However, practically speaking, it is a state of unity, balance, and equilibrium, between body and brain, brain and mind, mind and spirit. In food terms, it is…
I write this one off not as a total loss but inspiration for future baking.
I opted out of smearing butter all over the counter and skipped one of the egg washes. And the cookies were just fine. Orangey, but fine.
I’m traveling a lot lately, which is probably how I got to reminiscing about all the globe-trotting adventures I used to have when I was younger and less gainfully employed. Greyhound carted me between cities scattered across the Northeast one memorable summer, and I took advantage of frequent layovers to spend time with friends who…
Sorry, nothing but crumbs. Biggest hit of the Fourth celebration,and an easy summer treat: Butterscotch Cashew Bars. Crunchy, sweet, salty and gooey all at the same time. Thanks to Amy Scherber of Amy’s Bread for sharing a childhood favorite.
(From top) Birthday treats for my pal Hal. Pastel Cream Wafers; Standing watch over Mike’s Sharpening Service truck; Spring lettuce harvest at community garden, plus good tips on home-made biters; Sunchokes and asparagus for roasting, ends trimmed for soup.