Cooking, Creating, and Everything in Between
There is just something about bread. Every culture makes it. Every home has it. Though it changes in color, shape, size, and even ingredients and preparation methods, it remains integrally the same: the food of comfort– the food of home….
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Pan Poilâne There are few things in life more comforting, more universally appreciated and appealing than a loaf of bread. It exists in every culture– and ironically, no matter what form it takes, its presence on the table denotes family…
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There are few things that say “Down home goodness” like a true, Southern, buttermilk biscuit. I struggled for years to make these tricky little guys, but I learned lots of tips and tricks along the way (you know– while I…
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Yum What is it about Cinnabon Cinnamon Rolls that makes them the stuff of diet busting dreams? Is it the soft, ooey gooey centers? Perhaps its the rich, luscious cream cheese frosting dripping seductively down the sides, or the alluring…
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Yum There is perhaps no recipe more mystifyingly simple, yet more difficult to master, than simple white bread. When I first started baking, there were 3 things that I desperately wanted to learn how to make: biscuits, pie crust, and…
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Yum On a recent trip to Cracker Barrel, I saw a new item on their menu– the Cinnamon Roll Biscuit. Intrigued, I ordered one. It was divine– light and flaky, with swirls of cinnamon sugar and these amazing little pockets…
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Yum College is a terrifying, amazingly fun time of life. College is where you go to learn important things like how imaginative you can get with a bologna sandwich (ketchup? Butter? Peanut butter? Eeeeew. Please don’t ask how I know…
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Yum Remember when you were a little kid? It was a long day in the third grade. You got in trouble for talking when EVERYONE knew it was Johnny talking to you first, and then you had to sit at…
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Yum When I was a kid growing up in Pennsylvania, I loved visiting my grandparents’ dairy farm. I remember running barefoot through those carefree summer days, with skinned knees, lots of sunburn, and a smile. I remember sleeping with the…
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Yum My mom is a fantastic cook. I remember coming home from church every Sunday, and her somehow pulling a delicious meal out of thin air in about 1/2 hour. As I grew up, she taught me to love cooking,…
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