“Glancing out the car windows as the northern villages quickly ticker-taped by, the hamlets’ holiday lights radiated a blur of December gray-blue hues. The morning fog was opaque and waxy as we cut northbound on the Autobahn with a speed that promised to get us to Dresden in less than an hour . . .”
“I always get a bit anxious when the plane begins to land; the rumbling hydraulics of the landing gear extending out below us, the wing tailcoats firing upwards to slow our speed, and my personal conviction that we are almost always landing too fast. Last week was no different as the non-stop. . .”
“I recently came across a few European olive oil recipes specific to baking the last few weeks and wanted to give them a go. In the past, I have really enjoyed savory Italian breads with sundried tomatoes but haven’t explored into continental cakes or the quintessential sweet loaves. Baking with . . .”
“Ready to take the regular chocolate chip cookie to the next level? Let’s go. Cookie recipes cram the internet like the metro at rush hour. But here’s the deal – not only are we moving away from the regular ole chocolate chips but going with chopped chocolate chunks, those rocky melting chunks of. . .”
Being an expat in the Czech Republic, I am never too far from surprises – especially when it comes to food. From mistakenly ordering fried pig kidneys to seeing friends gobble down turkey hearts . . .
“It’s too sweet!” he shrilly chirped from the couch from under a paisley-clad duvet. “What? What do you mean? A cookie is supposed to be sweet! That is the point!” . . .