The breakfast palooza continues. Or maybe it’s come to its rightful end? I think we have enough weekend breakfast recipes to last us a good month. There’s no denying it. I truly love breakfast. But I’m particular. I like my waffles crispy. My crepes with golden webbing. My french toast with thick crusty bread. And my pancakes thin, light, and far from cakey. My mom says I’ve always been this way. Read more
Valentine’s Day is a trade-off in our house. One year I plan. The next year he plans. It’s romantic, I promise. We have yet to talk about it this year though. I’m hoping that means it’s his turn. But just in case, I’ll have s’mores ready. They have a sweet spot in our hearts.
Bread made from entirely whole wheat flour can be somewhat low-rising. It seems that this is what people expect when they use all whole wheat. BUT it doesn’t have to be this way. The secret of getting the dough to rise higher is to use a teaspoon each of vital wheat gluten and powdered soy lecithin per loaf. Together these things act as a dough enhancer, and the bread rises beautifully.
—Bev Haynes, Kinston, North Carolina
A tale of two loaves. The tale is simple and quick. Full of relaxation and getting errands done. Could this be a trick? A tall tale it’s not. So listen to me when I say—this is the easiest bread recipe(s) that may come your way. Read more
I have this indescribable, yet unnecessary, need to make everything from scratch. Pop tarts. Naan. Pie Crust. Ice Cream. Pasta. At times it can be ridiculous. Overzealous. Marked by trial and error and more error. But in the end, after I wipe the flour, sweat, and, in this case, fig puree from my forehead, I feel accomplished. I beat the machine, the big company, the artificial flavors, the cardboard packaging and plastic wrapping. Sweet victory. Read more
I never liked Sundays much growing up. We’d come home from church, grab our separate lunches, and relax. My mom would be in the family room reading a book or watching football, or in the off season, a Lifetime original. My dad would be in his room falling asleep to his stereo cranked up louder than my little brother who was chanting Power Ranger hi-yas in the background. My sister, the social butterfly, would be out and about fluttering around the neighborhood with friends. And me? Read more
Have you noticed? Chicken Pot Pie. Chicken Noodle Soup. Apple Pie. I’ve been on a comfort food frenzy. And biscuits have been tugging at my pant leg for weeks now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was pregnant. Or homesick. I’m craving biscuits about as much as I’m craving some good ole family time. Living far away from home has its disadvantages—like living far away from home. The miles apart are long. And the days till Christmas vacation seem endless. I’m counting on these tender in the middle but crunchy on the outside comfort-filled biscuits to tide me over in the meantime. And maybe a Christmas cookie or two. Read more