Sticky, Gooey, Creamy, Chewy

Necessity is the mother of invention. In other words, when someone really, really needs something, he or she will figure out a way to do or get it. Sometimes, I’ll be in the middle of making a recipe and realize that I’m missing an ingredient. Actually, this happens a …

Remember that luscious rhubarb berry jam I made last week? Well, we’ve been enjoying the heck out of it here at Chez SGCC. I’ve slathered it on homemade bread, spooned it into creamy yogurt and cooked it into a few tasty recipes. I also baked some into these delectable …

I’ve referred to Mr. SGCC as a caveman many times over the years, mostly tongue-in-cheek – mostly. While he is usually a pretty good sport about eating anything I put in front of him, what he really craves is meat – and lots of it. Big, manly man-sized portions! …

Every year around this time, I find myself feeling out of the loop and a bit frustrated. It seems like all the other food bloggers are surrounded by a bounty of fresh rhubarb and are proudly flaunting their mouthwatering rhubarb creations, while I remain pathetically rhubarb-less. I’m not sure …

It seems like we have zucchini coming out of the woodwork these days! Everyone has it growing like mad in their gardens and no one can use it up fast enough. I happen to adore zucchini, but even I’ve been feeling a bit challenged trying to find some different …

Until recently, I never understood some people’s fascination with biscotti. My parents loved them. I did not. To me, they were long, thick, rock-hard bricks with a peculiar licorice taste, obnoxiously trying to pass themselves off as cookies. They didn’t fool me, though. Whatever they were, I was certain …

From the first moment I saw these sticky, gooey, creamy, chewy gems on Michelle’s site, Brown Eyed Baker, I knew that I would have to make them. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind. And, of course I also knew that I would have to share them with you, …

There’s a popular story that’s been floating around my family for years. My mother revels in telling it, and every time she does, it elicits a mixture of nervous laughs, horrified looks and hasty signs of the cross. It’s about my mother’s childhood BFF, Rosie. Rosie and my mom …

When I spied the first Bing cherries of the season at the market the other day, I delightedly stashed a few pounds in my cart. Yes, I know that it’s still a little early for them to be at their peak, but after being cherry deprived for nearly a …