On Sunday afternoon, along with more than 100 people from our island community, we attended the memorial for a woman we adore.
Bob’s Red Mill is the one brand of gluten-free food that has been in my home from the time I was first diagnosed in 2005 until today.
Banana flour. Who knew? Banana flour. I never imagined this unusual flour would be one of my favorite for baking. Why?
You lose a lot when you have children. You lose sleep, of course. Everyone knows that. Well, you think you know that until you are dragging through the day, the 14th day in a row, with no real end in sight, reaching for coffee again and hoping for a nap.
I’ve been thinking a lot about ritual lately. So much of life is repetition. Do the laundry. Pay the bills.
When we opened this package at our studio, our daughter Lucy read only one phrase: chocolate cupcake.
Some days, it seems, nothing makes me feel more grounded than baking. It seems funny to me now: when I was first diagnosed with celiac, almost a decade ago (a decade?
Folks, we would like to feed you. Feeding people is one of our favorite activities in the world. Add in laughter, talking, teaching, answering questions, the chance to form a new community, and chocolate?
The day after we returned from New York, I spent all day in bed, feverish, rising only to run to the bathroom.
Lately, I’ve been playing with flaxseed again. Why? For one, I never stop playing with flours, measuring out 100 grams of a new flour in an old recipe, just to see how it works.
This passage from Marco Canora’s brilliant new cookbook, A Good Food Day: Reboot Your Health with Food That Tastes Great sounded so familiar to Danny, after 2 decades of being a restaurant chef, that he laughed out loud when he read it in bed the night we returned from New York City.
If you’re in New York City, take a trip to the East Village. In a tiny sliver of a storefront on the north side of East 10th Street is Jennifer’s Way Bakery.
After I wrote here last, sighing into the satisfaction of being home, we went flying off again. It wasn’t planned.
This afternoon, we gathered at our favorite beach on Vashon for a New Year’s day picnic with friends.
Danny and I were driving in the car yesterday, heading down the interstate toward Seattle. We had just been in a courtroom, for all the best reasons. The hour before, we had stood in front of a judge, raised our right hands, and swore that we truly — yes, and we mean it — want to be Desmond’s parents for the rest of our lives.
Did you deposit that check yet? We should make a list of all the tasks we have to undertake to get the flours shipped to people’s homes and assign dates to every one.
Danny and I just sent in the copy edits for our new cookbook, American Classics Reinvented. It has been almost two years since we first began working on a recipe list.
It’s December 1st. At our house, with a very excited and articulate 6-year-old, that’s a big day. Rehearsals for Lucy’s first Nutcracker performances began last week.
My fennel fascination has begun again. The other day, our dear friends Tita and John came to the studio for lunch.
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