I usually reserve caramels for Christmas time. For some reason, I’ve always used caramels as a special treat that I give – and eat! – during the holidays. Obviously I don’t only crave caramel once a year. In fact, t’s entirely the opposite. I really, really love the flavor of a homemade caramel: those sweet and
I get it. Baking from scratch may seem like a lot of work. Not only do you have to make sure you have all the ingredients, but you also need to have the time to mix it together. Oh and bake it yet to boot! Hold on, though… Before we go too far down that
Wreath making has become dated. When I was growing up, it seemed like all the rage. I can clearly remember going to wreath making classes with my mom. And if she wasn’t in the mood to create one herself, she would hunt for the perfect one at a craft fair. Do you remember those craft
I grew up on a farrow to finish farm. We birthed the pigs and raised them until they were old enough for market. This gave me a very real “Circle of Life” experience and at a young age, I always knew where babies came from. This also meant that we ate pork at many meals.
I love how each season brings a new perfectly ripe fruit. Winter has citrus, spring has strawberries and rhubarb, summer has berries and peaches and fall has apples. Ok, you can get almost every fruit year round in the grocery store and because of this, we’re all a little spoiled that we don’t have to
If you’ve been a blog reader of mine for any length of time, I’m sure you’ve realized by now that I love nostalgic recipes. I must be an 90-year-old in a younger body because I crave the recipes found in old church cookbooks and passed down from family member to family member. I find these
Growing up, homemade applesauce making was an event. Mom, usually with the help of Grandma, always had apples laying out in the basement for a few days before making applesauce. She always did this because ripe apples make the process quick and give the most flavor. And when I say “the basement,” I mean the
I always make sure that I bake a cake for each of my nieces’ and nephew’s birthdays. This is a tall order given that I live 15 (long) hours from them. Being far apart gives me the determination to make the best memories with the kids each and every time I see them. We’re lucky