By Eliot, on June 25th, 2010% As I believe I have mentioned before, it is my mother who first got me started in competitive cooking.
At the age of nine, I found myself old enough to join 4-H, which meant that besides making the obligatory triangular fringed poncho for a sewing project, I could now enter the Cake Show.
Mom always . . . → Read More: Cake Show Pound Cake
By Eliot, on June 23rd, 2010% One of my grandmothers did make potato salad out of leftover mashed potatoes, but my other grandmother had the making of mashed potatoes down to an art. I remember them being so creamy that they almost poured off the spoon, full of butter, cream and lots of pepper. There was no making potato salad out . . . → Read More: Grandma’s Mashed Potatoes
By Eliot, on June 22nd, 2010% I just started reading Molly Wizenberg’s A Homemade Life. (I find myself only reading foodie books now—in fact I just got Anthony Bourdain’s new one, Jay Rayner’s The Man Who Ate the World, and my very own copy of Reichl’s Garlic and Sapphires delivered to my door. Thanks, Amazon! )
In one of Wizenberg’s chapters, . . . → Read More: Potato Salad and You
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