I made a pie several weeks ago, which I intended to blog about right away.  I thought to myself yesterday, “You know, it’s been a few days.  I really should work on that pie post.”  And then I realized that it was the 26th, and I had made that pie right around the 14th of March.  I remember this because my roommate pointed out that I had made a pie on Pi Day, a coincidence that hadn’t even occurred to me.  (I’m pretty sure I had overheard talk about “Pi” all day, and my brain translated it into “must bake…

When we were in 5th grade, my best friend Kristine went to visit her family in Japan.  Despite the agony of her being gone for two whole weeks (even though this was the year we were in separate classes, separate lunches, and separate recesses, and only saw each other long enough for a two-second wave in the hallway every day), it was well worth it when she brought back tons of photos, presents, and botan rice candy. The main thing I remember about botan rice candy was that it was wrapped in a piece of plastic, like most candy, but…

When I was a wee one, my parents used to take turns reading to my brother and me before bed.  Although my favorite memories are from when I was old enough to follow along with chapter books, I remember one particular storybook that was especially fun when my dad read it.  It was “Pancakes, Pancakes!” by Eric Carle: the epic saga of a young boy named Jack who really wants a plate of flapjacks for breakfast. Little Jack asks his mom for pancakes, but she is pretty busy (as most moms are on Saturday mornings), so she asks Jack to…

Sometimes life is just chock-a-block full of adventures… so much so that you either don’t have time to bake, or can’t seem to remember to bring the camera into the kitchen. Not to worry; I have another tasty post up my sleeve, which should be up in days flat.  But in the meantime, I offer a toast to new adventures– whether it’s turning a year old, or embarking on a brand new job. Cheers!