It’s August in the Bay Area…aka the one month of the year where Karl Fog Monster stays around and yet its oddly warm. Ha! But seriously, its nice to have a little bit of sunshine, even if I’m going to spend most of that time working on something new. Nothing on that for now, but […]
Alternatively titled; How I Ate Almost Two Dozen Cookies Worth of Dough.
In making these cookies, I came to several essential conclusions about both my grandmother and great-grandmother. They either had memories like elephants (yes, I know that phrase doesn’t hold-up in the court of science), or they had a lot of time to start at the stove. These women wrote nothing useful down, except what they […]
So here is the thing about working off of someone else’s recipe. The idea sounds deeply romantic. Old family recipes passed down generation to generation, each woman living a different and unexpected life with this one thing in common. I mean, the idea is hallmark movie level awesome. That is until you try it. The […]
My grandmother was the living, breathing, incarnation of Lucille Bluth.* With one notable difference. My grandmother preferred gin. Outside of gin, my grandmother loved two things. Her pets and food (Yes, I intentionally left her children and eating off this list). Which meant that after she passed, she left a very well stocked kitchen for her […]