Food can be a great expression of love. Our fulfillment and the fulfillment of our loved ones depends on the real thing. So, forget the store bought chocolates and flowers and bake up a real treat today. From the moment I received an easy bake oven as a gift as a young girl, I was enthralled with sharing my baked goods with the ones I loved. When I ran out of the little cake mixes I would create tasteless hockey puck cakes from flour and what ever other ingredients were on h
Enjoy a little comfort food, as it is cold and snowy outside. Try my recipe for beef stew with fluffy dumplings to warm your heart and soul today. I have been feeling a little lost and blue for the past week. Our daughter has left the nest again after living at home for the summer. I had grown fond of her company when she was not working to earn some cash for her next year of education. I realize it is time for her to leave home and test her wings out, but as a mother it is
Pumpkins and the autumn season go hand in hand. For me, pumpkins bring up a host of memories: a cozy fireplace and the tantalizing rich spicy aroma of baking with pumpkins. There are so many options besides the ever-popular pumpkin pie. There are cookies, cakes, muffins and many more. Besides the baking there are savory recipes for pastas, soups and lists of other wonderful recipes. I have one memory from my youth that still makes me smile. I planted some “Jack ‘O Lantern” pu
I recently went to see a movie with my dearest friend Ada called “The Hundred-Foot Journey”. She was the perfect companion for this choice of movie because she has a deep spiritual soul and a real connection to the wonders of foods and their role in our lives.
The movie portrays how the food we prepare and consume is a living, spiritual component of our lives. Each food group has its own characteristics, flavors, personalities and textures. The key is combining them to crea
In my memory bank there lives memories of hot evenings on the front steps of our farm house enjoying rare treats of shortcake piled with clouds of farm fresh whipped cream. We milked our own cows and after separating the milk from the cream, we poured it into those sterilized tin pails and sold it all. On rare occasions Mom and Dad would allow us to have some of the whipping cream as a treat, and it was so delicious. When our daughter was very young I would recreate this memo