FRIENDS.
Today is the day.
After three long years, MIDWEST MADE is now officially on sale. WOW.
This week on From My Kitchen Friday (check my Instagram stories and highlights!), we went back to basics with my formula for chocolate chip cookies that’s pretty much my Forever Recipe for this particular cookie. If you’ve been around the blog for any number of years, you may recognize this gem—I’ve given it a refresh here and am reposting it, AND I love it so much that I’ve included it in my new book, Midwest Made. (Have you pre-ordered your copy yet?)
This week’s recipe for From My Kitchen Friday is a throwback to my last book, Real Sweet. It had been a while since I’d baked up this recipe, and I have to say, it’s just as good as it ever was!
Although its not a slam dunk for every baked good, when you find a perfect recipe to use coconut sugar, it’s as though the heavens open up as you take a bite. Because it’s not derived from sugar cane, the “brown” flavor of coconut sugar doesn’t come from molasses, and so it tastes quite different from other brown sugars like turbinado or muscovado. It’s a decidedly exotic, toasty flavor that pairs wonderfully with other tropical flavors, especially bananas.
Fresh off this week’s From My Kitchen Friday*, this little beauty of a cake is the perfect back-pocket recipe for just about any type of stone fruit, but especially the freestone peaches that are rolling through markets right now. Bright in color and sweet-tart flavor, yellow peaches stand up beautifully to all manner of buttery pie crusts, cake batters, and cobbler toppings.
This week’s gem for From My Kitchen Friday (now up on my Instagram stories!) is a perennial favorite. I always find it incredibly morbid when people talk about their “last meal on Earth”, but if faced with the question, after rolling my eyes a little, I would have to say that pavlova would be the sweet punctuation on that menu for me. Particularly with loads of fresh July strawberries (as beautiful as multi-fruit pavs are in photos, I prefer a single fruit for the topping to help play up the heavenly, simple magic of sugary, crisp meringue shell, marshmallowy interior, piles of fresh cream, and a firm, sweet and tart seasonal fruit).
Here’s the recipe for Secret-Ingredient Cherry Crumble from my Instagram stories! It’s a riff on a glorious cherry slab pie recipe from Midwest Made, which is now available for pre-order, by the by. But these unique, intense flavors are outstanding, whatever form they’re in.
These Chewy Glazed Peanut Butter Bars are the result of a recent baking session, inspired by a recipe I had tucked away in my files. It’s allegedly representative of a popular treat served in San Diego’s public schools in the 70s and 80s, but I’m just the messenger, here. And funny enough, the end result reminds me a little of my browned butter blondies recipe in the new book, which I’m telling you is worth the cover price all by itself, but that is neither here nor there. These bar cookies are a celebration of everything a peanut butter lover could want—big peanut flavor, mellow chew, brown sugary sweetness, and a sparkle of salt. Bonus points: they are sturdy and perfectly packable celebratory treats for the lunch boxes of deserving children who are (really, already?) wrapping up the school year.
Hi! Welcome to my refreshed online home. It was high time for a new coat of paint.
Every recipe from before is still in the archives—look for recipes by category in the Recipe Box, or search for something specific with the little magnifying glass icon in the upper right of the screen. I hope you’ll have a look around, and bear with me as I work out any kinks in the system as I get used to my new digs.
Equal parts pleasure and pain, food on the internet is a sticky business to get involved with. These days, the field is so crowded, I can’t hear myself think (says the old lady who started a food blog in 2007, shaking her cane and spilling her Sanka all over the lawn). But! The beauty of this journey is how I, and so many food friends, have evolved and found our rightful places within all the crazy. Even if I now describe myself as “a lapsed food blogger” I’ll never not be grateful for the way my career grew with the simple decision to open a Blogspot account so many years ago, and has twisted and turned ever since. These days, one of my favorite things to do is chat with cookbook author friends I’ve made on this journey and say, “So how the hell did you get here?”, because it is never, ever a boring answer.
Oh, hello! I'm hoping you are either visiting because you've always visited and listened to me talk about all manner of life and baking, or that you've landed here after watching the Today show. Welcome!
As soon as I get back from New York, I'll be diving into the fall and holiday chapters of the new book, and testing lots of great recipes to share with you. One of the best things about creating this new book is that the timeline of developing the manuscript is allowing me to bake my way through the year--we just finished a season of light cakes, ice creams, summer fruit pies, cobblers, dessert salads, and way more. And now, after a solid week of unwavering, sweaty, snappy-retort-causing 90-degree-plus temps in Chicago--the heat seems to have finally broken, and from beneath it I can feel some great baking inspiration rising.
Like so many wholly unrelated things in life, I tend to liken this utterly habit-forming snack mix to parenting. Hear me out.
So here's me at my desk in my little "office" in a corner of the attic, right? The space that has a door that I can use to close myself away from my children so I don't even care that it's just an alcove and not a real office. Now don't get me wrong, people. I love my children. They are delicious and precious and I love them even more since the third week of August when they were dispatched to their separate schools and are no longer finding themselves inexplicably and repeatedly drawn to my ONE, NICE, ONLY, NICE, sitting room sofa trying to kill each other for sport all summer long. Because I give my all to my children, really I do. I'm not the very best parent on the planet, but I can confidently say that I do the very best I can. I caress them, listen to their needs and their stories, tell them they are wonderful and look at their stick drawings with Monet-observing awe. I really try to not lose my shit on them every single day, tell them fascinating things about art and music and culture, feed them nutritious food so they can grow and thrive and leave their unique, never-to-be-replicated mark on this big, beautiful, uncertain world.
After being in league with a bountiful table of meat and more meat, vegetables glistening with butter and seven types of starchy carbohydrates, holiday desserts should probably be an exercise in balance. Then again, holidays like these are really the only time that one can legitimately have dessert with their dessert. But something lighter, cleansing, after the first dessert course. A "side dessert", if you will. Pumpkin pie is a must in most circles, but even the most delicious wedge topped with a bulb of whipped cream can seem one-dimensional after consuming so many different flavors during the main part of the meal. Since I volunteered for dessert duty this holiday season, I opted to serve my pumpkin pie with a side of lemon bar.