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Whew. Well we moved. And although we’re not yet totally unpacked (far from it), my kitchen is starting to look like a functional kitchen, and I’m beginning to have glimmers of interest in actually cooking again. It’s almost lik (read full article)
I don’t really understand the marketing of Mother’s Day. I see all these floral pastel cards and delicate lacy handkerchiefs and early morning breakfast in bed and advertisements for “brunch” and “afternoon tea” (read full article)
I have vivid childhood memories of dyeing Easter Eggs. We always made my family’s traditional Craftsman flower eggs, but I also spent many a spring break waiting impatiently for the eggs to take on a deep color sitting in vats of vinegar wit (read full article)
Bread pudding. The words themselves are hardly inspiring. Stodgy, pedestrian, British, with those overtones of school dining halls and hospital food. There are some truly execrable bread puddings — dry, almost crusty, with little discern (read full article)
Today I have a guest post from Emily, a dear friend and a fantastic cook. I wanted to do a recipe for Passover this year, and since I did not grow up in the Jewish culinary tradition, I asked Emily to write a guest post about Passover cooking with (read full article)
Wednesday is Saint Patrick's Day (don't forget to wear green or the leprechauns will pinch you) and even though my family is only moderately Irish, and I, in fact, have never been to Ireland, my family celebrates every year without fail. Part of i (read full article)
Ken and I have been together more than eleven years, and married for almost seven. Although on occasion he still makes my breath quicken and my heart go pitterpat, I think the real boon of a long love is that warm glow of contentment that comes fr (read full article)
I know it's traditional to go out for New Year's Eve, and I always have the best intentions, but the more I look at the offerings -- uninspiring menus at shocking prices -- the more I want to stay home. This New Year's Eve, I did the next best thing, (read full article)
New Year's Day is really a strange holiday. Everyone celebrates hard on New Year's Eve, leaving the holiday itself as a day to lie around, nurse your hangover, and watch the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl on TV (which is an excellent hangover nursi (read full article)
Well, 2009 has been a banner year over here at Savour Fare (erm, it has been the only year at Savour Fare!) but I'm already thinking about and planning for the next one. I, like most Americans, have made New Year's resolutions year after year, and (read full article)
I know that you're already falling out of your chair in excitement because this is the first Savour Fare post in quite some time that didn't feature sweets. I may have gone a wee bit overboard there with the Christmas baking, I admit it. And I'm (read full article)
It's Daring Bakers time again, and this time they made me build a freaking gingerbread house. Although this seems like a lighthearted fun activity that's perfect to share with the kiddos, be warned: This is not for the faint of heart. Or the ine (read full article)
I've always been a Christmas fiend, but having a child brings the whole season into sharper focus. This year the Nuni is old enough to get it -- she can sing all of the words to "Jingle Bells" and "Silent Night", she points out every decorated hou (read full article)
So let's say you've made your Fruitcake, thoroughly doused it in liquor, and now you want to serve it on Christmas Eve. You have bought into the joys of fruitcake, but now you want to sell it. If one is not a fruitcake convert, a bit of glaze an (read full article)
It's the Monday before Christmas. You've baked your fruitcake, braved the mall, passed all the shipping deadlines and if you're anything like me, are more than ready to settle down for a long winter's nap. Then your neighbor drops off a "small gi (read full article)
I don't know if I have an old fashioned palate, or if it's my inner historian, or if I'm just plain curious, but whenever I hear about a recipe or a dish that is extinct my mouth starts watering. I love poring through old cookbooks and finding rec (read full article)
I don't know what it says about the general depravity of my childhood that when I think back to my favorite Christmas cookie growing up, it has to be bourbon balls. My grandmother used to make them every Christmas, and I'd look forward to them wit (read full article)
Every Christmas season when I was growing up, my mother and I would bake cookies. Sugar cookies, oatmeal cookies, gingerbread. I remember standing at the kitchen counter, stirring the dough, and sitting at the dining room table painstakingly decor (read full article)
I know what you're thinking. Fruitcake? Really? And yes, I am well aware of fruitcake's reputation as the bane of the holidays. But fruitcake doesn't have to be a joke. Yes, it is dense, but it should be sliced thinly -- it's really a confecti (read full article)
If you like to bake, as I do, and you like to eat, as I also do, you often get asked "What is your favorite dessert?" I rarely have an answer. Sometimes I feel like the cool creaminess of ice cream, and I'm more in a bread pudding mode. Sometime (read full article)
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