The internet is full of very intricate and impossibly detailed cookies. I am occasionally guilty of creating overly complicated cookies. But sometimes simple is better.
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The internet is full of very intricate and impossibly detailed cookies. I am occasionally guilty of creating overly complicated cookies. But sometimes simple is better.
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When I was home in December, I discovered a drawer with old table linens in it. [“Table linens” is a generous way to describe some of the treasures I found, including plastic placemats from the early 1980s.] Among disintegrating laminated alphabet placemats, I found a true treasure: the Hungarian folk art table runner I brought back from Szeged at the end of my study abroad program. Read more…
I recently made cookies for a very special bride-to-be. She and her fiancé are both amazing artists and all-around fantastic human beings. The benefit of making cookies for artists is that they turn cookies into art. Read more…
I am terrible at identifying cookie cutter shapes. For years, I thought one of my cookie cutters was a tomato shape. Nate flipped it upside down and informed me it was a balloon. Read more…
I had planned to make a Valentine set based on the art of Roy Lichtenstein. But last week, a colleague inspired me to do a bit of blog digging in the archives. It was an interesting trip. So, instead of pop art, I decided to make a whole set based on refreshing prior cookie designs. Read more…
For my 30th birthday, my then fiancé (now husband) gave me a tool box filled with piping bags, icing tips, and food coloring. I had been decorating cookies with those little tubes of icing from the grocery store. That gift started me on the path to what has become a pretty serious hobby. 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.
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…