Honey. Do. Three Sweet Recipes.
“I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.” ~Laura Ingalls Wilder It all started with a...
Peach Cobbler Mini-Muffins. It’s the Little Things.
The more this old world is filled with big noisy things – both the “help me build my platform for good” things and the “this is truly the thing...
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...
Peace of Pie.
Life is too short for self-hatred and celery sticks. -Marilyn Wann There’s been some good kitchen therapy at CasaRock lately – some “I can’t do much but I can do...
Friday. Two Christmas PieDay.
It’s Christmastime, all over the world. In places near and far. And so my friend, wherever you are… Så riktig God Jul, Feliz Natal, Shenoraavor Nor Dari, Feliz...
Sweet and Salty and Spicy Snacks. Give Thanks.
I love Thanksgiving. Even the name of the holiday makes me smile. Just say it out loud. “Thanks. Giving.” It’s the perfect mash-up of two beautiful words. And it’s...
Give Thanks. Tennessee Honey Carrot Cake.
It’s fall, y’all. And that’s a most beautiful thing. Now, here in Austin, Texas, fall is less like the “transition to winter” season I grew up with, and more...
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...
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,...
(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....
