It’s been over eight years of kitchen adventures here on Joy the Baker. Eight years! That’s as long as I’ve done anything consistently professional, ever.
I’m very particular about my chocolate chip cookies insofar as they must be perfect. And sure, sometimes anything with butter and chocolate will do… but also, life is too short to be futzing around with disappointing cookies.
Hello friends! Welcome to Sunday and hallelujah / glory be! I’ve been venturing out for walks in my new neighborhood which, as silly as it sounds, takes a few dashes of courage and an open heart… and jeepers it’s magic!
Hello sweet friends! I thiiink I’ve uncovered the last of my boxes filled with cookbooks, but each time I think there can’t possibly be more in my collection, I run across another box, or a few stray books hastily bundled into a box of small kitchen appliances.
This past weekend I told you about the giant Grand Canyon of a pothole that exists outside of my little house here in New Orleans.
Hey friends! Good morning! Here we are staring a Monday straight in the face. There’s only one way to see it through.
So there’s this huge pothole in front of my house… and no this isn’t the start to a dad-joke or dirty-joke… there’s actually a pothole.
Y’all, we’re taking it straight to the mall. Grab your Strawberry Kiwi Snapple and your teddy bear backpack… we’re going shopping at Hot Topic, we’re dousing ourselves in free samples of Gap Dream and we’re spending our allowance on cookies at Mrs Fields.
Mondays get a bit of a bad wrap. Sure they’re the first day when we are obligated to wear pants and brush our hair… but there’s something unspoken about the wrath of Mondays for everyone, and I think we go easy on one another (as we should, really).
I’m getting to know my new kitchen space. New oven (it’s a KitchenAid… it’s amazing), new light, new muscle memory from cracked eggshell to sink, new drawers for the whisks and spatulas to live and which dang drawer is it!
I have lofty goals for this Sunday: make the banana bread I’ve been trying to make for the last three days, keep daydreaming the BEST white chocolate macadamia nut cookies (I think there’s cream cheese involved), and polish off another round of Brunch Book edits.
It’s been one of those swirly weeks, where I’m not sure which pairs of socks are clean and I don’t know which moving box has my favorite dinner plate in it, and I’m not entirely sure I have the right paperwork to take to the water board (because there is a water board) to ask nicely to pay for water and a trash can.
Having moved into my new house a week ago today, this soup is the first edible thing besides Red’s Chinese to hit my kitchen counter.
We’re not just talking about cinnamon rolls today; we’re talking about developing a super power. Would you rather be able to fly, be able to breathe under water, or be able to make a batch of cinnamon rolls and eat all of the warm centers just because you can?
Hi friends! Thank you for your patience with me this week. I’ve hustled up my kitchen and packed my moving boxes to move for, what I hope will be the last time in a long time.
I owe you an apology. It took me until now to find out about savory cheesecake and share it with you.
The past month has been forward progress in doing things I didn’t think I could do… until I pushed and tried and made lists and made phone calls and laced up my shoes and just TRIED.
There are some things you can’t get back. The thrill of hunting for those plastic Easter eggs filled with jelly beans, occasionally quarters, sometimes peanut butter cups.
Spring Cleaning! Spring Cleaning! Spring Cleaning! If you say it like a chant… like a battle-cry… it makes things more exciting.
My to-bake list is strong this week, inspired by Spring and that coveted extra hour of daylight we get to enjoy this time of year.