On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Five golden rings Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree. The neighborhood caroling party anchored my family’s holiday traditions throughout my childhood: from hand-delivering invitations at every door to frantically finishing the decorations as the
Pumpkin loaf cake with browned butter frosting Somehow pumpkin spice has gone from the quintessential flavor of fall to the quintessential flavor of the twenty-something girl wearing a scarf and leggings. And while I think the addition of the sixth spice girl takes the group to a whole new level, I am not as crazy
I’ve had jobs in three different restaurant kitchens, and I didn’t feel qualified for any of them when I was hired. I’ve come to relish that feeling, most of the time at least, because it pushes me to learn the skills I didn’t have and prove my qualifications while I’m there. I love a challenge.
My childhood home had a built-in stepstool in the kitchen that pulled out like a drawer, which was, of course, directly in front of the mixer. I’m not sure if my parents were encouraging independence or resigned to the fact that their oldest would always be short or ensuring a constant supply of chocolate chip
This one is for my dad, who makes fun of me for carrying McGee with me whenever I travel and then peppers me with food science questions that I need to look up (immediately) in my reference book of choice. My favorite from my trip home in August revolved around clarified butter and ghee, partly