When I come home to Connecticut, a few things are certain… [Read more...]
I have a tendency to get ahead of myself. I get an idea. I get excited. My brain rushes ahead. The rest of me moves twice as fast to try to keep up. Then, suddenly, the world seems to stop and I realize that I’m done with whatever task I started. At this point, I need to take a quick look around and make sure I haven’t missed anything. Most often, nothing is amiss. Other times, I’m not so lucky… like the time I attempted to make dobos torte and in the sponge cake-making process, spooned the batter out before realizing I forgot to fold in the egg whites. Chewy cake ensued. No bueno.
Something similar happened last week. I had challah on the brain. I made a honey apple loaf for Rosh Hashanah, got a seriously addictive cinnamon swirl loaf at the Philly Swappers event, and, as I sat bereft of bready goodness, I went in search of variations to make more. My pal Isabelle made pumpkin and tempted me with pics on instagram. As I imagined the fallish flavor combined with the slightly sweet bread, my mind jumped ahead to sticky buns. [Read more...]
Do you remember when you first fell in love? When you first experienced that head-to-toe giddiness that seemed to make your brain go into overdrive, replaying blissful moments on loop until you thought your heart couldn’t beat any faster and your cheeks had no more room to stretch your smile?
I fell in love in October of my senior year of college. I sat on a bench overlooking a dam, drinking Starbucks and reading Ezra Pound’s poetry with a handsome blonde man. I told my creative writing class it was the way the autumn sun dusted the already orange dappled tree tops with an amber glow. I told the man it was his beard. In truth, it was the coffee… [Read more...]