Each summer, my family would make the 8-hour drive up to Cape Cod to visit with step-father’s family. From our very first summer going up there in 1986, we would have lunch at Aunt Millie’s house before going to the cottage for the week. Her little yippie dog would be jumping at our feet, not …
On snowy days growing up, my younger brother would ask me to make him chocolate chip cookies. He would drag a chair across the kitchen and stand next to me as I would make these. Taste testing the chocolate chips, and always asking for a spoonful of cookie dough. It was the first recipe I …
Chocolate milk is the perfect way to satiate a sweets craving. Up until recently, we’ve had the quintessential brown squeeze-bottle in the fridge next to the milk. Then my son asked, “Can’t we make homemade chocolate syrup?” It caught me off guard at first because I was so used to just buying the chocolate syrup, but …
Why is it that bread making gets all the oohs and aahs, but also all of the fear and anxiety? So many of my friends are amazed that I make my own bread. I love to cook and bake, and making homemade bread isn’t any harder than making homemade cookies! Yesterday, I wanted to make …
Like the stereotypical Italian mothers and nonnas, if you come to my house I will feed you. If you’re happy; I’ll feed you. If you’re sad; I’ll feed you. If you’re hungry; I’ll feed you. Even if you’re not hungry; I’ll feed you. Very early in my relationship with my husband, my in-laws came over for …
