Archive of ‘Pastries/Tarts’ category

Pumpkin Pie

Pumpkin PieEveryone should know how to make a pie.

I’m talking about  a real, homemade pie. One that is reminiscent of grandmothers and Sunday brunch. One with a flaky, buttery crust that you lovingly rolled out yourself. One with sweet fruit that bubbles over.

I tell you this because I love you and I want you to be the best person that you can be.

It’s really important to me.

Pumpkin PieI’ll be honest: pie is not easy. Pie is frustrating. Pie is finicky. Pie is time-consuming. Pie is rarely perfect.

But isn’t that true of most worthwhile things in life?

Knowing how to make a good pie is empowering. It makes you feel like Superwoman. And sometimes you just need to feel like Superwoman. Like on the days when the kids are cranky and the laundry is piling up and you have a huge deadline at work that you just can’t miss. Those are the days you really need to feel like Superwoman. Those are the days you need to be able to make a great pie.

(more…)

Pecan Pie

Pecan Pie

Guys. Today. My heart is just overwhelmed with thankfulness.

I mean, seriously.

I am one. blessed. lady.

Pecan Pie

And I really (like, really) hope that your heart is full today, too.

Because that’s what Thanksgiving is all about. Hearts so full they can burst. An amazing meal in the company of the ones we love. A whole day to reflect on the the things that make our lives just so darn special.

Pecan Pie

My little threesome is spending Thanksgiving in The Big Apple this year with our church life group. And while I’d love to spend the holiday with our extended family, my heart is just bursting with gratitude for this little family we’ve found here in Brooklyn.

So whatever today holds for you, I hope it’s filled with all great things.

Pecan Pie

Food. Family. Friends so close they might as well be family. And maybe even a little serendipity.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends!

(more…)

Kolache

KolacheMy knowledge of my ancestry is shaky at best.

I know that my great-great grandparents on my dad’s side immigrated from Czechoslovakia. There is some Welsh mixed in there somewhere, along with some Polish from my mom’s side. Throw in a little German, and you have, well, me.

An Eastern European mélange, if you will.

(more…)

1 2