Happy first day of spring! Wow, time has been flying! I feel like it was just yesterday that I was helping my mom put together the Thanksgiving menu, and here we are on spring’s...
My earliest memories of my grandma are of her in her kitchen. Whether she was at the sink washing green beans freshly picked from the garden, at the stove stirring a big pot...
For a carbaholic like myself, there aren’t too many things that can top a cheesy loaf of bread. All you need to do is watch how quickly I can devour things such as pepperoni...
Each year around St. Patrick’s Day I take the opportunity that the annual holiday provides to experiment with a different type of Irish Soda Bread. It seems there is an infinite number of adaptations...
Between the homemade Snickers bars that I posted last Friday and today’s post, I’m starting to think that I have some sort of serious subconscious craving for candy on Fridays. Perhaps I should...
Snickers bars have long played second fiddle to my first true love: Reese’s peanut butter cups. It’s not their fault, really. Being a peanut butter-addicted kid, I always went for the treat with...
For as much as I loved (and I mean, really loved) the bourbon bread pudding that I made a couple of weeks ago, I thought that I might never make another bread pudding...
Battered cod always reminds me of two things: (1) Lenten fish fries; and (2) my Grandma. I went to Catholic school growing up and like just about every other Catholic church, during Lent...
After I graduated from college I did a short stint at an advertising agency and then I took my first full-time job in the cube-laden world of corporate America. As most young, eager...
I don’t have kids so I’m generally out of the loop on things like when Girl Scout cookies go on sale, however one quick trip to the grocery store and there is no...
If I had to make a list of my favorite dried fruits (which, incidentally, would have been a much better school exercise than, say, calculus), dates and figs would always fight it out...
The more I work through some soup recipes the more I realize what strange little taste buds I had as a kid. It’s been meticulously documented that I was pretty much that kid...
