This May, my family all came home to Indiana to celebrate my grandmother's 85th birthday. We were sitting around the dining room ta...

Sometime last year I picked up a Cuisinart ice cream maker at a thrift store, thus launching my foray into frozen dessert experimentatio...

Lately, I've been thinking about loss and home. Not as separate thematic entities, but rather the Venn diagram overlap of the two. ...

I first came across this recipe in a copy of the 1932 Woodward and Lothrop Cookbook and Kitchen Guide for the Busy Woman in the library...

There's a photo of me from the fourth grade: I have my hair curled (it was then in its pre-pubescent stick straight stage) and pile...

Somehow I've managed to keep a pie blog for 11 years without featuring Key Lime Pie. I've had Key Lime Pie Popsicles , Florida C...

It seems we've turned the corner. Though I'm generally a fan of winter, there is something that happens on that first warm shor...

Photo by Chris Chen from  Pi(e) Day 2013 at The Dunes, Washington, D.C. Happy Pi(e) Day! I hope you are enjoying the mathematical excus...

I was first introduced to picadillo-- the spicy beef dish traditional to Spain and other Latin American countries-- by the folks at La Ma...

This past weekend I attended the Appalachian Storytellers edition of the Blind Pig Supper Club at Claxton Farm in Weaverville, North C...

When I was moving from D.C. to West Virginia, I told people I was trading in my half-smokes for pepperoni rolls, both being the iconic c...

I'm currently camped out at my friends' house, stretched out on the couch as I look out the window to a foot of snow on the gro...