Here’s an old-fashioned favorite that I can make anytime, because the ingredients are pantry staples.
My phone chirped, and when I checked the message I teared up. It was my birthday, and my brother Ed had sent me a photo of a piano cake.
What’s summer without a bunch of juicy hamburgers on the grill?
Cherries say summer to me, even if they come in a can.
It’s part art, part science.
My rather successful brother Bob held a series of improbable jobs in his younger days, one of them as kitchen help in a bustling seafood-themed restaurant on Long Island called the Rusty Scupper.
In my family, they’re just called “crumbs,” but everyone knows what that means.
Sometimes I’m inspired by products in the grocery store to try something new.
Some women have Add-A-Pearl. I have Add-A-Knife.
I have a small garden in a sunny patch behind the back porch that’s dedicated to useful and beautiful edible plants.