travelling the fruit loop for apples and pears

travelling the fruit loop for apples and pearsIt is in my view, the duty of an apple to be crisp and crunchable, but a pear should have such a texture as leads to quiet consumption,” poetic words for  common fruit.  Thanks, Edward Bunyard for penning this description in “The Anatomy of Dessert.” Continue reading

inky-purple prune plums

My family has a small farm in the lush Willamette Valley. Cows, pigs and chickens used to roam the fields and woods. A garden the size of a city block (or at least that’s how I remember it) produced enough to feed everyone and their neighbor. Now, the livestock consists of squirrels, deer and raccoons. The garden is a manageable size, which still yields enough to share with a local Mission. And, fruit trees dot the yard, sans the Italian prune-plum that met it’s demise years ago. Continue reading

i woke up and wanted cinnamon rolls

i woke up and wanted cinnamon rolls
brown sugar, cinnamon, poppyseeds and cardamom lace these luscious babies

My kitchen smelled lovely; cinnamon and brown sugar and … yeast. I used to do a lot of baking and my kind man mentioned the other day my current baking dearth, after having been totally spoiled with baked goods over the Holidays.

Honestly, I don’t bake nearly like I used to; it’s the two of us and quite frankly, we don’t need to eat dozens of cookies and cakes and pies. If it’s here, it gets eaten. Is that bad?

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grandma buzzini’s christmas cookies

Grandma Buzzini's recipe card - love that it's in her handwriting
Grandma Buzzini’s recipe card – love that it’s in her handwriting

There are certain things that are matches made in heaven; peanut butter and jelly, pumpkin pie and Thanksgiving and well, Christmas and cookies. Maybe it’s the whole what-we-leave-for-Santa thing, I don’t know. I do know that more cookies get made and eaten at my house during December than any other time of the year.

I was reading an article about cookie recipes passed down through the family that are still used. As I read, it reminded me of one of my favorites from my man’s Grandma Buzzini – isn’t that a great name?

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dutch babies for breakfast

dutch babies for breakfast
dutch baby with maple syrup caramelized apples

My Dad loved going out to eat, and one of his favorite places specialized in pancakes. It was a plain Jane joint with a page after page menu of pancakes, waffles and toppings sweet and savory to boot. You could order a short stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes with the classic blob of whipped butter and the teeny tiny pitcher of syrup that always meant asking for more, or go with something more exotic like banana pancakes swimming in pineapple sauce.

Mostly Dad would order the classic short stack, but when he wanted to go for the gusto, it would be a Dutch Baby pancake.

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