I’m not ashamed to admit that I was an (often) strange, awkward child.
Filed under Baked Goods …
Fresh Strawberry Tarts
Early Saturday morning, my Dad picked me up at my apartment with plans to hit the farmer’s market, breakfast, and then strawberry picking. Since the spring/summer harvesting season has just begun, and thus few vendors were going to be at the market yesterday, we quickly scrapped that particular aspect of the itinerary – in favor of breakfast.
When in doubt, choose the option that requires eating.
Buttermilk Whole Wheat Bread
Let’s have a little real talk here.
I’m a decent baker and cook. I can roast the heck out of a chicken. Bake up some moist and flaky scones in 30 minutes. Whip up some healthy(ish) carrot cake cupcakes. Achieve a perfect pie crust every time. And make chicken salad in my sleep.
Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies
It’s entirely possible that I’m closer in age to 87 than 27. My idea of a perfect night out on the town is a little closer to attending the symphony or opera or ballet, than club hopping and drinking far more than any person ever should. I like tea served in delicate cups with little sandwich triangles and scones with jam. I like antiques and watching Antique Roadshow. I remember a time when I washed my clothes without the aid of an electric washer/dryer and hoarded Ziploc bags, washing them out after each use. I’m a grandma.
