I’ve been in the mood to bake lately. Like the bears featured in Fat Bear Week, I’m like Chunk, the winner. I don’t weigh 1200 pounds yet, but it may not be far off if I keep this up. Or maybe it’s because it’s Italian American Heritage month and, like my mother, I’m all about the food. I can’t help it, I just want to cook and eat…
Ever try a recipe and think, Wow, this is so good, it couldn’t possibly be better? That’s what happened to me in 2014. Then you make the recipe again, change something, and think, Whoa, I am a genius! I had my genius moment with lemon ricotta cookies, a recipe I got years ago from Theresa, my ex’s lovely first wife and all round good human. The first time…
Growing up, all I ever wanted was to be a normal American. The kind who ate sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies at Christmas. I admit I was a bad Italian.…
Have you ever tasted or smelled something that instantly took you back in time? Well, the other night I went back to being a 9-year-old tasting my mom’s homemade cannoli at Christmas time in our flour-dusted kitchen. It was cannoli teleportation. (This was a post from several years ago, but since the holidays are hovering closer, I wanted to share this recipe again.) I am a novice cannoli…