A Pie in the Hand

I don’t have anything against pie. Really. It’s just that, well, there are so many things that can go wrong when you make a pie—especially the crust, and, honestly, it takes a lot of time and skill. What if the…

And, Apples.

Sunday afternoon, some friends and I drove out to the country, where on either side of the highway, green acres stretch as far as you can see. There was a lot of talk about farms, about milking cows, about which…

The Oak Park Farmers’ Market

Not quite a year ago, I almost moved to Oak Park. And now, even though I think it was the right decision not to go, every now and then, I think of what it might have been like to live…

Speechless

Well, I don’t really know what to say. This is one of the posts where, because the photos are so pretty and the cookies taste so good, I almost feel powerless to complement them. I made them Saturday, as in…

On Bedtime Snacks

When I was little, spending the night at my grandma’s, I used to hate to go to bed. (As I sit here typing this, it’s hard to remember what that felt like.) Grandma, the crafty woman that she was, had…