When our son, Joe, was diagnosed with Celiac disease last summer, it became my mission to learn how to bake gluten-free cookies, brownies, bars, and cakes so that he could still enjoy the treats he loves — especially around the holidays. I’ve had some fails, that’s for sure, but I’ve…
Well, hello there. It’s been a while. (Like, a LONG while.) But trust me when I tell you I think these white chocolate pumpkin snickerdoodle cookies might be worth the wait. I really do have good intentions of keeping up with new blog posts more than once every six months,…
I’ve been following North Wild Kitchen’s blog and Facebook page for a short time and I’m enamored with her life in Norway, her gorgeous photos, and all those recipes! That’s why I adapted one of her recipes and made Cranberry Cinnamon Sweet Buns with Orange Glaze. Bakers are whipping up…
I’ve been feeling a bit harried and stressed this week. It’s almost as if the Christmas season is rushing by me too fast and I can’t seem to slow down to really enjoy any quiet moments with my family. I realize it’s only December 8 but somehow the early part…
Finally. I did a little baking tonight. And I can feel the stress roll right off me. Is that weird? Baking does that for me. It must be the measuring and the mixing and the anticipation of seeing the final product. And perhaps the peacefulness of being in the kitchen.…
I was starting to feel the rush of the holiday season last Friday. I had been gone a couple of days for work, came back and was trying to catch up in the office as well as get things done at home. I could feel the stress starting to creep…
Okay, so I totally meant to write this post on Lefse 101 before Christmas. Oops! I have been trying for several years to find a time for my mom to teach me how to make lefse, a Norwegian tortilla or flat bread of sorts, that is a tradition in my…
I love to bake. I do sometimes like to cook actual meals with a variety of food groups, although typically not on weeknights when the second I get home, my 9-year-old is asking the proverbial question, “What’s for dinner?” (Which is ironic, if you know my son, because he is…