I thought about writing this in my Facebook status box this morning…To all those I have wronged, I’m sorry. Then, I thought, how disingenuous and trite that sounded. As a kid, I used to nervously think about Yom Kippur and all its implications. Of course, the YK liturgy usually compounded my anxiety with frightening descriptions of angels trembling, the book of life, who…Continue
The fact that Rosh Hashanah was so close to Labor day last week left me in a bit of a panic. I'm not sure, but I think I heard my leather boots sniffling in the back of my closet, waiting to be called into high-holiday action. Yet, imagine their shock when I picked out something (gasp) sleeveless, not to mention that I went to high holiday services without... panty hose...(Please mom, don't judge me) still relying on my fading summer tan to complete…Continue
I admit it. I am a former bake-o-phobe. Everything I touched turned to goo. Gummy breads, hard rock muffins...you name it, I burned or charred it or set the fire alarm off. Even the ducks at our local pond snubbed my baked goods.
When my son was diagnosed with multiple food allergies, I needed to roll up my sleeves and find a way to get over my bake-o-phobia. It's been four years and I am happy to say that I have overcome my fears and I bring to you two awesome muffin recipes…Continue