I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone tell me that they don’t like cornbread. I mean really, what’s not to like? At the same time, it’s not something you hear people raving about, either. Maybe it just needs a little “sprucing up”.Continue reading Tomato-Basil Cornbread
I have never met a Greek who didn’t like lemon. Or maybe I have, and they were just too embarrassed to admit it. It’s probably for the best.Continue reading Lemony Poppy Seed & Greek Yogurt Muffins
I once read that if you plant an apple tree, you’ll be growing apples for the whole neighborhood. I’m beginning to understand what that person meant.
The moment the temperatures drop even just a smidgen near the end of summer, it’s pumpkin season. Correction, it’s pumpkin-SPICE season. Maybe it doesn’t have to be?
At some point someone stole muffins and turned them into greasy, gut-bomb, cupcakes-in-disguise. It’s time to steal them back. You’re welcome.
My father’s family is primarily a mix of Scottish and Irish heritage that dates back to Colonial America at least as far back as the 1600s. By now our connection to much of the traditions of these two cultures is pretty much gone.