Penelope’s Oreo Cupcakes
Penelope is a sweet friend of mine. She’s only 4, but she’s quite the lady. She loves dresses and shiny shoes, finds getting muddy to be a bit unbecoming,...
Accidental Days and Soda Pop Pork
My friend Susie and I accidentally spent an entire day together this weekend. What started as a morning meeting to discuss writing became one long meandering conversation about life...
Cheating with Limoncello | LiMadeleine Torte
So, I talk a lot about how good it is for my soul to spend time sitting at the table – or standing in the kitchen – with others....
Invitation to My Table (and a secret recipe).
So, what is the purpose of a table? Is it merely to hold the dishes and the drinks? Is it just four legs and a slab? Oh no, it...
Coco-Lime Cheesecakes. Celebrate Spring.
I saw my first bluebonnet. It was a little thing, peeking rather shyly behind a stone – I almost missed it as I ran along the trail by my...
Purple People Eater Pie. Hometown Goodness.
Every hometown needs a real cafeteria, owned by neighbors who serve up home-cooked food from recipes that have been passed down and down and down. Every hometown needs a...
Elvis’ Pound Cake. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Let me just put it out there now. I am not an Elvis Presley fan. (moment of silence and a quick whispered “I’m sorry” to my mom and my...
Play with Fire.
There are some weeks that just feel all – weekly. You know the ones – those weeks that have so many parts to them that it’s impossible to determine...
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,...
A confession. And Creamy Avocado Pasta Sauce.
So I guess it’s time for a confession. I deceived my husband. OK, so maybe “deceive” is too strong a word. But I may have – just perhaps –...
Apricot Vanilla Coulis. It’s Simple Kitchen Therapy.
There are foods I know without a doubt will be in Heaven. Cotton candy. Biscuits from the Loveless Café. Potatoes served every way imaginable. And fruit.
