I have too many cookie cutters. When I first met Nate, the only cookie cutter I owned was a round biscuit cutter. I lived in a 420 square foot condo with a tiny galley kitchen, probably better suited for apartment-sized appliances than the large high-end ones that ended up there. In any case, I didn’t have room for cookie cutters and didn’t really see the need; I was satisfied to pipe my own designs onto circles. Read more…
Two of the kindest, smartest, fanciest, and most endearing people I know got married last weekend. Their wedding was the best possible combination of Jewish-meets-hippie-meets-hipster meets-foodie-meets-liberal DC.
Whenever I receive an unspecified request for baby cookies, I check the major purveyors of baby accessories to get ideas (hence the nautical theme, which appears to be baby boy a la mode this spring.) Read more…
I have 3 baby shower requests to fulfill this month. Did I mention that I love making baby shower cookies? They make me very happy. Read more…
First, I have to thank my colleague Lester for giving me the title for this post. In an email exchange timestamped 3 am, he questioned the legitimacy of “pollster by day.” It is true; lately I have been a pollster by day and night and those dark quiet hours in between. Read more…
The talking heads will spend the weekend debating the sequester, crisis governance, and partisan gridlock. But I am thinking about cherry blossoms and warm weather. I am sick of winter hats, wool coats, and grey skies. I want to arrive home before dark. I want to wear sandals and white pants. Read more…
The first week in March marks our 4th friendiversary. I met Nate four years ago at a day-long progressive house party for graduate students. Read more…
The state of my kitchen is strong, thanks to my perfect husband who spent all weekend cleaning up after my red icing mess. I love working with royal icing, but I think we might need to upgrade from a sponge to a paint scraper. Read more…
My beautiful friend, Jenn, is due in March. Her shower was this weekend in Massachusetts. As nice as it would have been to escape the inauguration invasion… we stayed here and sent the cookies there.
After a first (less than bold) attempt to upend the tyranny of red and green, I attacked my second batch of holiday cookies with more whimsy and less timidity. But… I still wanted to strike the right balance between revolution and tradition. The aqua and pink are close enough to red and green to make these recognizable as holiday cookies but different enough to change the overall effect. I love them. Read more…
The intense negotiations over the fiscal cliff have prevented me from taking any real time off in December. It would be too kind say that our friends on the Hill have made it a tense holiday season. BUT… nothing gets between me and holiday baking. I have spent every spare waking hour since Thanksgiving with the only known cure for Washington’s political consternation: icing bags and the History Guys. Read more…
I received an email over Thanksgiving requesting cookies for a story book-themed baby shower. The request came from a fellow baker who is perhaps more detail-oriented than I am. I set out to impress both myself and her. A task, indeed. Read more…
The quality of my baking is directly proportional to the quantity of my work stress. The consumption of sweets in my office is inversely proportional to Democrats’ political fortunes. Read more…
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