If you make jam, youโ€™ll want an English muffin to go with it*

Sometime during the end of summer, Sherry spent an industrious afternoon picking fruit from our strawberry tree. If you havenโ€™t heard of strawberries growing on trees, we are not far ahead of you. We hadnโ€™t either until we purchased our home, where two mature specimens adorned our back yard. The tree grows to the size …

Sherlock Holmes and the case of the dirty pictures

โ€œWhat are you looking at?โ€ I inquire, innocently, of my very preoccupied wife as she squints at her phone. โ€œPoop,โ€ she says. โ€œOK, then,โ€ I reply. If we had had that conversation at the beginning of the year, I might well have been shocked. Now, it seems quite routine. The hills behind our new home. …

The Battle of the Breads: Wands vs. Slippers

Having successfully produced a few batches of baguettes, the quintessential French bread, I decided it was time to take on its Italian counterpart: ciabatta. The history of these two loaves is fascinating and underscores the friendly culinary competitiveness between the two nations. The baguette has been around since the French revolution. Bread was a mainstay …

Lots about pasta

My mother was very proud of her pasta dishes, especially spaghetti and meatballs and lasagna. And she had every reason to be. She was competing against some of the best, most notably Aunty Lena, my Dad's sister. And Mom was not even remotely Italian, hailing from Czechian and Slovakian heritage. And, boy, did we love …