“We have to take a picnic” my husband announces, pouncing on any occasion to pursue the picnic imperative. A meal must be packed, an adventure undertaken and food eaten at
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For many years it represented everything about what it meant to want to cook. A large, pale blue enameled kettle with a prominent chip in the white lining. It was
Cookbook reading is an obsession – much like drinking or a game of cards. I read cookbooks the way other people read mysteries or children devour Harry Potter, compulsively, with
The first time I made a wedding cake I was as naïve about baking as the bride and groom were about marriage. Fortunately, they were a bohemian pair and I
I am an inflexible tyrant with a fanatical devotion to my aspirations that borders on the delusional I am a Kitchen Dictator. This is not a term of endearment. It