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Happy third birthday, W. I’ll fast-forward to the punchline: Lou ate the cake. Or rather W fed it to him, which is understandable; he was just trying to share. It was a blueberry-buckwheat Bundt cake; I had stumbled upon a recipe for pancakes in cake form on Orangette, and since W is such a huge fan of pancakes and most of his party guests were under 4, it seemed like a good pick. (As a bonus, this cake actually improves after sitting for a day or two, which makes it perfect for events for which you do not want to be baking a cake the morning of.) So I baked it yesterday, thinking that pumpkin ice cream might not make a bad pairing (a recipe I had to test anyway), and within an hour discovered it half eaten on the kitchen counter. I tried a chunk of it that hadn’t been tainted by dog lick, and it was pretty good, if not a little dense, plainContinue reading

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I have a confession to make, and further evidence of my dull existence. This long weekend, I was almost ecstatic at the prospect of puttering, cleaning out my basement and making jam. Throw in a book and a few magazines in the back yard, maybe some movies and surfing food blogs on my laptop on the couch, and that to me seemed the height of  luxury. (That or a trip overseas, but I think curtain #1 is the only option here.) In the summer, I adore making jam. The problem is I generally go overboard, and then get tired of it somewhere around a half dozen batches, halfway through the process. People who know me know this, and pawn jars off on me all the time, hoping that a few will be returned to them full. (If you are one of those people, please identify yourself; I remember getting lots of jars over the past year, but can’t remember who they came from.) But of all the jamsContinue reading

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I spent most of today testing pumpkin recipes. Not a bad job, really, but one of the of the oddities of being a food writer is lead time – I’m often trying to find mincemeat in July for a Christmas article (not complaining) or trying to get into the Halloween groove on the August long weekend. So by dinnertime I had picked at warm baking and licked my fingers so many times I didn’t feel like eating but felt the need for a proper dinner that included plenty of vegetables. I had a green and yellow zucchini going quickly south and a beautiful bunch of purple onions from the market – I wanted to grill them and the zucchini and some shrimp, and thought maybe I’d toss them warm with pasta and feta, but since I really wanted to add red peppers to the mix and all I had were diced and frozen, I chopped everything up and broiled it on a baking sheet instead. SomeoneContinue reading

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