Sorghum Syrup Bread Pudding

Bread pudding it quite literally a combination of two of my favorite things: bread and dessert. I like to make it for dinner guests because with minimal labor and a loaf of stale bread (or cinnamon rolls, croissants, etc) an elegant and damn impressive dessert is only around an hour of bake time away. This…

My Daily (20% Sprouted WW Flour) Sourdough Bread

I have been baking variations of this loaf for over a year. It really is that good. Chad and I eat it on a daily basis, sometimes for dinner with butter and fried eggs, or even just plain with cheese, pickles, and a little charcuterie. I love the extra nuttiness and flavor of the sprouted…

My First Wedding Cake

I am 26 years old, and I am officially in that phase of adult-ing where it seems like almost all of my friends are getting married, having babies, or some combination of the two. My sister Hannah got engaged to her girlfriend on our family beach vacation this Summer. Then about a month later one of…

A Sourdough Soliloquy

I think that it all honestly started out of desperation. A few years ago Chad and I lived right around the corner from a restaurant called Garibaldi’s. They are known for their pasta and pizzas, but our favorite thing on their menu is the meatball sub sandwich. Any time I was too tired to cook, and we…

Fig Jam, Almond Cream, and Fresh Fruit Tarts

In the early 90’s, when I was very small, there was a grocery store in Memphis off Poplar and East Perkins called “Seessels”. They had this special policy in the bakery where every kid who was brought shopping with their parents got to pick a free cookie to eat from the pastry case. Usually the available…

Tomato & Fig Jam

 The first time I read a recipe for “Tomato Jam” it was in Marisa McClellan’s book, Food In Jars (which is also the name of her blog, and I would highly recommend it if you are interested in canning). I had never heard of anything like it, much less tasted anything like it. A spicy and…

A Love Affair with Figs

Every Summer of my childhood my mother’s family would rent a beach house in South Carolina for a week-long reunion. This beach trip was by far my most anticipated event of each year rivaling Christmas and my birthday in all aspects. I used to start packing my little vintage pink-satin-lined suitcase with my beanie babies, hairbrush,…

A Jordgubbstårta (Strawberry Cake) for Swedish Midsummer

A few weeks ago I was invited to be a part of a Swedish Midsummer celebration. The host asked me to make the traditional Midsummer cake, called a jordgubbstårta, after I offered to make something to bring. I had never heard of a jordgubbstårta, much less did I know how to pronounce it, so I did…

All I Want Is Whipped Cream; or, an Intro to My “Food Heritage”

It is difficult to start a discussion about food without bringing up family. Almost every cook’s story I have heard begins with memories of helping in the kitchen while their mothers were cooking, or of growing up watching their grandmother shaping pasta, of the cookies their mothers baked for them, or the steaks their fathers grilled. Cooks…