It was a weekend of heat and sweat. Dan and I walked nearly ten miles as we criss-crossed Andersonville and Ravenswood and over to Lincoln Square and into Uptown as we went to open houses for seven condos and one house.
When I hear the words quinoa cake, I’m skeptical. They sound so earnest. So healthful. And sort of like they would be a pain in the ass to make.
This pie is a homely little dessert.
But there’s a reason it was formerly named crack pie. (And there are reasons the name was problematic.
The Green City Market is finally back outside, which means my Wednesday mornings are occupied with shopping for local produce.
This granola has been a breakfast staple for me for years. I’ve made more batches of it than I can count.