The Best Recipe. Ever.
Eight pounds of granulated sugar. Ten pounds of flour and cream cheese. One half-gallon of vegetable oil. Twelve pounds of butter and powdered sugar. Carrots and pineapple and pecans,...
…but.
Those three little letters wield so much power. But. How often do I use them to explain the almost, the not quite, the never really had any intention to...
(a special post for pups) Dog-Day Afternoon Cookies.
You never say a word. But goodness, can you stare. Everywhere I go in my house, I feel your eyes looking at me. Four of them. Dreamy little pools...
Tootsie Rolls. Because Chocolate is Required.
My kitchen is covered in cocoa and sugar, thanks to a wayward bowl that mysteriously jumped off the counter, doing a lovely swan dive as it fell in slow-motion....
Give Us Vision, Lest We Perish.
In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.” James 1:21MSG The single beautiful blossom greeted me at the Jamaica School...
In Eden, They Laugh. Loud and Bold and Beautiful.
The road is rough and winding, and at times it feels as if it folds in on itself as it snakes around vine-covered trees and deep valleys. But at...
Embossed Beauty. Ana Maria.
We stood in the kitchen of one of the apartments at Eagle’s Nest. For many of the women, it was more like a castle – there was running water,...
Base de Tarta. Facile y Rapido y Deliciosa. (It’s Kitchen Therapy in Guatemala)
As I write this, the sun is rising over volcanos in Guatemala. In the distance, Fuego (one of the largest and most active) occasionally greets the land with a...
There’s a Bun in the Oven. Cinnamon Roll Biscuits.
We’ve got a bun in the oven. And CasaRock is celebrating. I couldn’t let National Biscuit Month slip away without paying honor to one of the most fun carbohydrates...
Peasant Pasta. (and all the babies say “maymem”)
Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious. ~Reichl There’s something about a little kid eating spaghetti that makes my heart melt....
Love. Brussels Sprouts. (please and thank you)
Maybe it’s because I shunned them as a child, mocking their taste and treating them like the misfit offspring of their larger and less attractive lookalike, cabbage. But now,...
Praying from Z to A.
It was a rather purposeful accidental thing. I sat in the dark technical booth in the back of the room, with a lighting board to my left and a...
