ShareTweet Breakfast for six is a tall order. Bella doesn’t eat fruit. Jack doesn’t like breakfast. Steve likes a toasted bagel with cream cheese, pepper, and ruby red tomato slices. And both Juju and Baby Sophie like a feast of little tastes. Me? I like to sleep in and be woken with a steaming caffe latte and… Continue Reading
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Sconepalooza: Blueberry, Chocolate, and Tea Scented Raisin Scones
ShareTweet Great cookbooks bear the marks of passionate cooking: splotches of batter, smears of butter, dark chocolate stains. My recipe packet from the French Pastry School is so splattered that it takes it to a whole new level. I’ve been walking around for days, cradling it lovingly like a Bible, but a little daunted to… Continue Reading
How to Make a French Omelette Roulee, with the Help of Julia Child
ShareTweet Long before Ree, Jaden, and Lori, there was Julia. Although she probably would have hated to be included in a crowd of food bloggers, Julia Child can be credited to have started our collective obsession with food both online and at our dinner tables. Thanks to her detailed recipes, complete with illustrations, she empowered… Continue Reading
Vanilla and Brown Sugar Coffee Cake: Butter Therapy for Morning Haters
ShareTweet I am not a morning person. Never have been. Even as a child, I needed a delicious breakfast to coax my first smile of the day. Luckily, I come from a land of the buttery croissant. I grew up dipping crusty baguettes with a thick layer of salty butter in big bowls of hot… Continue Reading
Nescafe Dolce Gusto Machine Giveaway
ShareTweet Although I’ve always loved the smell of coffee, but I didn’t become a coffee drinker until I became a mother. That so many people started their day with a cup of coffee used to mystify me but I’m now as addicted as the rest of the world, a happier person once I’ve had my… Continue Reading
Waffles with Raw Honey Mascarpone and Balsamic Strawberries: a Grown Up Breakfast
ShareTweet Yesterday was my big kids first full day back to school. Alarms were set, lunches were packed, and I walked home alone with seven hours with just one child ahead of me. When I walked back into the house, the quiet was almost deafening. The door didn’t slam, their feet didn’t pound up the… Continue Reading