If desserts were movie stars, my mom’s pies, crumbles, and crisps would be up for an Academy Award. She had a supporting cast of characters as well, Snickerdoodles, oatmeal cookies, steamed pudding, sour dough cinnamon bread to name a few. But the biggest contender for the Oscar would be Mom’s Apple Cake. Growing up my … Continue reading Don’t Judge a Book
Moth to the flame. Bee to the blossom. Lighthouse in a storm. The top of Grandma’s refrigerator. The first stop after welcome hugs. Check the top of the refrigerator. Cookie tin? Yes. A quick look inside. Would it be one of my favorites? This ritual was repeated with every visit to my Grandma and Grandpa’s … Continue reading Swedish Farmer
It’s not that anyone would call it being deprived, maybe just lack of life experience? Growing up I didn’t eat Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, Chef Boyardee, Wonder Bread, or SpaghettiO’s. I don’t regret missing out on Wonder Bread. Watching kids roll slices of Wonder Bread into a dense white glutenous mass only to naw on it … Continue reading Not in a Box
Both sets of my grandparents lived in Kent, Washington, situated halfway between Seattle and Tacoma. My maternal grandparents lived in the country in a house my grandpa built. My grandpa, John, was a master craftsman, or so I have been told. As far back as I remember, my grandpa never held a full-time job. My grandma, Dorothy, … Continue reading Rock and a Hard Place
Butter + Benedictions 