My daughter Molly once mentioned the fascinating concept that we can trace human history through grain, and I have been somewhat obsessed ever since. For instance, all that sourdough bread baked during this past year carries with it both the angst and the genuine desire to soothe we've each experienced as we have made our [...]
Does anyone else remember how good the Grand Avenue Mall used to smell back in the ‘80s when it was fresh and new and the perfect place through which a poor college student could follow her nose? I do. I remember exactly how good Au Bon Pain smelled back in the 80s because my whole [...]
I am currently trapped in a house with a young woman who added “muslin” to our list of essential grocery items. (I am also here with a young man who’s must-have grocery list included barbecue potato chips, and I shop for a woman who sent me an emergency message for root beer). So, we all [...]
We can trace nearly all of human history through grain. I know this, and have discussed it at length, because I am currently isolated with a young baker who was supposed to be headed to Paris next week to attend Boulangerie School. Yesterday, she turned some old dried cranberries and an unused bag of prunes [...]
I open the side door of our house and a waft of good smells greets me -- the yeasty goodness of fresh baked bread, Sunday-dinner richness of balsamic baked chicken, exotic tang of Croatian sausages, sweet goodness of blueberry tarts. Molly B is in the house and, like Beauty and the Beast's Be Our Guest, [...]
