I promise I’m going to venture out of Dorie Greenspan’s book soon. But seriously, everything I make from it turns out amazing. Like tonight, I made these Chocolate Chunkers and whoa. Whoa, are they good. Upon tasting them, my dad exclaimed them the best thing I ever made and the only cookie he ever wants to eat from now on.
Monthly Archives: September 2010
And in the case of Mrs. D, my friends’ mom/our neighbor/my second mother, I made two cakes. Because that’s how I show my love. Her family threw her a surprise birthday party, and I volunteered to make the dessert. I decided on two cakes, a chocolate cake (courtesy of Smitten Kitchen) and a white/lemony/raspberry/vanilla cake (from Dorie Greenspan).
I love finding a song that completely captures the exact moment of my life in which I discover it.
I love when there’s no traffic driving home from the city and I can make it back in under 40 minutes.
I love picking out recipes.
I love making big birthday cakes.
I love crossing things off my to do list, even if it’s still ridiculously long.
I love beer. (In New Hampshire I went on a brewery tour and beer tasting that cost one dollar, which was pretty amazing considering I also got to keep my glass.)
I love wine too. (I don’t want it to feel left out here.)
I love America, but I hate that it has to be so gosh darned big and people have to live so far away.
I love celebrating friends’ successes and new jobs, but I hate goodbyes.
I love realizing that I should probably stop babbling on here and just go to bed.
I love you.
Autumn is approaching. You know what that means? No, I’m not talking about colorful foliage, or jacket and sweater weather (my favorite!), though those are great too. I’m talking about pie.
Who doesn’t love pie? Seriously. Even if someone’s not into the whole fruit pie thing, there’s still savory pies, or chocolate, or pumpkin. Oh man, pumpkin pie. That deserves its own post another time.
For now I’m all about apples. In pie form. Peeled, cored, sliced and pied. But first, I need to start from the beginning, in a lovely apple orchard in New Hampshire.
During my last week in Castellina, Nana’s cousin Susan and her husband Dennis came to visit. While I remember them from when I was younger, I hadn’t seen them in years. Their son Johnathan and his friend Kevin also came for the weekend, and were almost immediately dubbed “the ragazzi” by Nana, “The guys”. On Sunday, the ragazzi and I planned to meet Nana, Tom, Susan and Dennis in Siena, but we took a few detours first.