Blind Dates and Bad Cakes: Dorie’s Fluted Polenta and Ricotta Cake
When I was 17, a friend set me up on a blind date with her cousin. He picked me up in a monstrous white truck with extra stereo speakers installed where padding should have been. The windows rattled. Deafening. He drove me to his parents’ house, had his mother make him a grilled cheese and...
Bill’s Big Carrot Cake. Beatings, Beatings, Beatings.
My birthday was last Sunday, and my sister’s was on Friday, which means last weekend was a birthday extravaganza, filled with grilled steaks and twice-baked potatoes, brownie pie, baked brie, Belgian waffles, a picnic in the park, and a wedge of chocolate cake so uncompromising I know it’s still sitting, like the Lincoln Memorial, in...
Vegetarian Spaghetti alla Puttanesca. (Ignore the Chicken.)
My sister’s birthday is this week. She’s threatening to stay in bed. Oh, don’t feel sorry for her. She’s got looks, she’s got brains, she’s got talent. She’s hilarious. She has a big heart, a way with people, and very well-behaved hair. Woe is her. What she lacks is perspective. I mean, what are you...
French Lemon Cream Tart
The grass. It’s high. It’s grown past “maybe they’re on vacation” to “maybe we could have the front yard declared a wildlife preserve.” What brought us to this shameful state? Stomach flu. Sinus infections. And a push mower that spontaneously combusted after two rows. Two horizontal rows right in front of the house. It looks...
Gooey Chocolate Cakes. The Good, The Bad, The Bittersweet.
March ended with unnecessary roughness. A miserably muddy soccer field. A single-point loss in overtime. A busted lip. Not mine, Jeff’s. So much for going “out like a lamb.” His bruises skipped blue and went directly to black and purple. So, we skipped the rest of the afternoon and went directly to evening. Closed the...
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