Cake in a Mug
One night my husband and I got out oversized mugs, whipped up a little cake batter, and baked cake-in-a-mug.
One night my husband and I got out oversized mugs, whipped up a little cake batter, and baked cake-in-a-mug.
There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.
I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
Take two lovely friends and a city such as Baltimore. Stir in a great dinner: marinated steaks, great bread, a salad with berries and feta.
In July, we enjoyed our annual blueberry extravaganza. We baked them into tangy, crumbly crisp – and sprinkled them fresh over baked oatmeal.
This dessert is good enough to be eaten warm from the oven, without strawberries, as a coffee cake. With berries, it’s Mmmmmmmmmmmm.
Last week, I kept track of what we ate for dinner each night, so I could share it with you – along with a few simple recipes.
Anna Martin writes, “As fall faded into winter, I crossed the halfway date in pregnancy. But the pounds piled up faster than the weeks.”
Our family dinner was a lovely success despite a candle-wax spill (entirely my fault), and blurry pics, and too much food.
Here’s a recipe I’ve been working on recently, a seasoned and savory burger. Our family loves it.