Quick pickles.
I hate pickles. Let me be clear: I. Hate. Pickles. Hate them so much that I avoid at all costs what I call pickle contamination: that is, when the juice from an unwanted dill pickle sogs …
I hate pickles. Let me be clear: I. Hate. Pickles. Hate them so much that I avoid at all costs what I call pickle contamination: that is, when the juice from an unwanted dill pickle sogs …
Me: Hi, Grandma! It’s Bryn. Grandma: Hi, darlin’! Me: So, I have a question for you. I found myself a 5-pound bag of Lodi apples at a farm stand this weekend and thought I’d make applesauce. …
Where is it written that a girl can’t bake her own birthday cake? And who says it has to be a quote-unquote cake at all, really? Why not shortcakes, topped with luscious summer fruit? Absolutely. And …
As I’ve found myself in complete control of my own schedule this summer for the first time in, like, a zillion years, I’ve been doing things I’ve long wanted to do but never seemed to have …
I’m a Leo, which means that I thrive in the warm sunshine. I love spending as much time outdoors as I can. So on gorgeous summer days, I move my cooking outside. Ahead of the holiday …
Hard to admit, but I’ve never before made strawberry jam that I’ve processed in jars. As a kid, I’d go strawberry-picking with the family and we’d make freezer jam (super easy!). But I haven’t done the …
I call it the 10 AM Growlies—that rumble you get in your belly midmorning when breakfast has worn off. The best prevention I’ve found for the 10 AM Growlies is a bowl of oatmeal—it keeps me …
I love the idea of making my own pasta, but I never do it. First, there are so many excellent dried pastas available out there—my favorites being Rao’s Homemade and Cipriani. Second, I don’t own a …
Rob and I use milk from a dairy that’s about an hour southeast of Cincinnati. We first discovered Snowville Creamery at one of the Findlay Market shops, and now it’s widely available in grocery stores here. …