This isn’t so much a recipe as it is thoughts on cooking for four decades. So if you want a precise recipe, sorry, perhaps this will work better for you? After all these years, I find myself telling my kids ‘don’t watch me bake. It’s a science, and you really ought to measure,’ as I… Read More Feeling My Biscuits
Last night, I finished the work in progress. Tanager’s Fledglings is a bouncing baby manuscript weighing in at 101589 words, the biggest rough draft I have ever completed. It took two years, from the nucleus that was a short story about a boy, a dog, and a spaceship, for this book to develop. Life was… Read More Tradition is Hard
Dad loves biscuits, and he’s been hinting at them for a couple of days, so this morning I mixed up a batch. When I asked him if he wanted them rolled out or drop, he said “Rolled out with sticky stuff in the middle!” Growing up, Mom cooked, we sisters cooked, but Dad rarely did.… Read More Sticky Buns for Breakfast