It’s hard to believe I’ve been retired now for almost 14 months, and I have only posted a little over half a dozen recipes to this blog. I need to step up my game, including by learning how to upload and post photos, how to post just the recipes without all the background blah, blah, … Continue reading New Year, New Blog-Related Resolutions: Grandma Hallie’s Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup
It’s been a long, strange season in my life since I last posted. Summer came and went. I kept on cooking and eating, and even put in a kitchen herb garden, but I didn’t have the lightness of heart to blog about any of it. Now Fall has arrived—always my favorite season. The weather is … Continue reading It’s Been A Season: Apfelkuchen
Cornbread is one of those things that can cause fights across some dinner tables, and even more so on social media. Should it have sugar in it or not? I once saw a comment on a recipe blog: “No self-respecting Southerner would put sugar in their cornbread.” I was raised in the South, and I … Continue reading Skillet Cornbread
I began my quest for the perfect blueberry muffin when Justin and I moved into an apartment in Larkspur in 2016, his last semester of high school. Actually, that’s when I began cooking again, after decades of relying mostly on food delivery apps and Christina’s cooking. Neither Justin nor I knew what to expect, and … Continue reading Blueberry Muffins
A number of years ago, I was served a scone at Home Plate—a small and really excellent breakfast cafe on Lombard Street in San Francisco—that changed my entire conception of this breakfast treat. The scone was lumpy in shape, flaky on the inside, crunchy on the outside, with a distinctive cream/butter flavor, and it was … Continue reading Scones
I will, eventually, move on from carbs. But not before posting my mother’s incredibly simple, but heavenly spaetzle recipe.You won’t find spaetzle from a box, or in a restaurant, at all similar to your grandmother’s in shape, texture or taste. Her spaetzle were small, moist dumplings—boiled and never fried, unless for lunch the day after … Continue reading Spaetzle
It begins, as it must, with Sofht. My mother’s kitchen filled with the sweet, yeasty scent of this German (perhaps more specifically, Bavarian) holiday bread at Christmas every year. “Sofht” is what she called it, and how she spelled it; but spelling was never her strong suit and converting German words to English spelling even … Continue reading Ingrid’s Sofht
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