A homemaker's kitchen journal
“ Run, run, as fast as you can. You can’t catch me—I’m the gingerbread man!” Never have I desisted in being of utmost fascination with these...
My younger one was home sick from school. Nothing major, a mild cold, and an altogether under-the-weather disposition. Some mothers cuddle t...
With the start of school, I am stuck with a sense of malaise, mixed with sadness. Mind you, I'm not the one going to school. Having those...
Holiday season is the time for sharing and Peta of Peta Eats is sharing a dozen cookies, some classics and some of her own, from all ...
Sitting here, sometimes pinteresting my life away , I often come across things of great beauty . Though these days, it dominoes over to...
Where do I start? Perhaps more pertinent is how do I start? The picture right up top, maybe? Does that work? It should because that wou...
It's an agenda that I believed would not, should ever not fill the roster here. Because I knew I'd have to prefix it with perfect . ...
Always, at the last quarter of the y ear, I envision myself Tres Grand Baker (sounds so good in French), you know , where I make/shar...
The compulsion to bake on a grander, more multifarious scale is purely the result of our newfound quarantine propagate. When the home i...
The mess and multitudinal stages involved in cookie manufacturing bring a unifying sense of order and stability to a season so busy, specifi...