Monthly archive September, 2008

Creme Brulée

Creme Brulée is the officially sanctioned birthday dessert of my grandmother (aka Mommaw). She discovered it when she was in her early 80s, along with Titans football, French bulldogs, William Shatner and profanity. Our portions come in dainty little ramekins; hers is served up in a large gratin dish. The morning after her birthday, she...

An apology with cinnamon buns

WARNING: The following recipe is for Peter Reinhart’s Cinnamon Buns. It has much less fat content than what you’re probably used to, so the results more closely resemble a bun than something you would find at Cinnabon. Think bready, not gooey. You should be seeing a delicious Dimply Plum Cake here, since that is today’s...

Peppery Brown Sugar Salmon

Salmon is the perfect gateway fish for people who think they hate fish. People who avoid it completely, fry it beyond recognition or drown each bite in tartar sauce, ketchup or malt vinegar. Oh, I was once one of you. The thought of eating a wet, limp, UNBREADED piece of fish? Repulsive. Then I discovered...

Apple Turnovers. And 57 Drops to Go.

I meant to post Ina Garten’s Apple Turnovers with the rest of the Barefoot Bloggers, but Henry the Wonderdog had to make an unscheduled visit to the vet. One day, his right eye is watering. The next morning, it’s red and gray. The vet sends us to a veterinary ophthalmologist, who says Henry has a...
Candy Apple Pie

Candy Apple Pie

An autumn showstopper with apples, caramel, pecans, cheesecake and whipped cream layered in a graham cracker crust.

Grown Up Mac and Cheese

When I was a kid, my parents would take us for Sunday lunch at Po Folks, one of those family-style Southern restaurants where the drinks are served in Mason jars and the menu features appetizements, onion rangs and Kuntry Fried Steak Salad. One particularly eventful Sunday, Daddy decided I was old enough to order off...

Chocolate Malted Whopper Drops

See that gigantic cookie up there? That’s a Chocolate Whopper Malted Drop. Chocolate chips. Whoppers. Malted milk. The hardest thing about making these cookies is chopping the Whoppers before they roll onto the floor. Or you eat them. Or they roll onto the floor and Henry the dog eats them and pants Whopper breath the...

Fried Green Tomatoes with Buttermilk-Lime Dressing

I didn’t grow up on fried green tomatoes. Fried chicken, fried potatoes, fried okra, fried catfish, fried shrimp, chicken fried steak, French fries, fried turkey, fried rice, fried pies and fried ice cream? Yes. But I’d never even tasted a fried green tomato until last year. Now, I’m a connoisseur. I’ve eaten them fancy (with...

All-Sold-Out Chicken Pot Pie

“I cannot make enough chicken pot pies. Regulars call on Tuesday mornings to reserve a pie, forcing me to erase them from the Tuesday specials board before we open for lunch. I keep doubling the number I make, but the demand grows to meet the expanded supply. I’m about to have a line out the...

Pecan Sour Cream Biscuits

I love making breakfast. It should make me curl into the fetal position and rock myself, since my mom was Queen of the Rude Awakening. She would wake me up by flickering the bedroom light and singing at the top of her lungs: “Good mornin’, good mornin’! We’ve talked the whole night through, good mornin’,...

Chunky Peanut Butter and Oatmeal Chocolate Chipsters

When we were kids, the summer didn’t end without me and my sister spending an afternoon watching some terrible movie or marathon. The Legend of Billie Jean. Meatballs. Fifteen and Pregnant. An all-day Facts of Life marathon. Something we could talk through. And snack through. One particularly inspired afternoon, Mom made us eggrolls to peck...