This no-knead brioche looks rather simple and unassuming. But, oh, this stuff makes me go weak in the knees. It is, easily, one of my favorite treats.
There’s something about baking in the morning in the summer. Something about the quiet. The gentle sunlight. The way that puttering around the kitchen gives me a sense of purposeful ease.
It took me years to get around to making granola bars (or energy bars or fruit and nut bars or whatever you’d like to call them). Until finally, I made these homemade Kind bars.
January is always the toughest month for me for cooking. There’s a post-holiday malaise that hangs over the kitchen.
We’re about to embark on the marathon of holiday festivities that span of weeks from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day, which is, for most of us, the busiest time of the year.
I love Thanksgiving.
We’ve lived in the same neighborhood as Big Jones since it opened in 2008, but we only realized what a gem it is about a year ago.