S’Mores Shake

Posted by on Sep 2, 2016 in Desserts, Drinks | One Comment

S'mores Shake from Some Kitchen Stories

This past week, I was lucky enough to spend my vacation (and the waning days of summer) with my 13-year-old niece Hannah for a week long “Baking Camp” at my house in Maine. Although honestly, by the sheer amount of heavy cream we used, it should’ve be called Ice Cream Camp with a side of Baking. As wonderful as it was, I’m kicking myself for not being able to have given my sweets to eliminate fat-loving niece this killer S’mores Milkshake (we joke that her Harry Potter book would be called Hannah Potter & The Case of the Missing Marshmallow) (I’m a Ravenclaw, she’s a Hufflepuff) (part of why this week worked out so well is that I’m pretty sure a huge part of me is still 13 myself.) We did make s’mores and we made milk chocolate ice cream and there was ALWAYS an overflow of milk in the fridge. Still, how good does this look for the last few days of summer? This along with my Imported drinks make up my entire summer!

S'mores Shake from Some Kitchen Stories

S’Mores Shake

Makes: As many shakes as you need | Print Recipe


Crushed graham crackers
Coconut oil
Chocolate ice cream


  1. Heat coconut oil in a pan and add graham crackers, stirring until toasted.
  2. In a blender, add scoops of chocolate ice cream and pour in milk until the milkshake is thick and creamy. Pour into a glass and keep it in an ice maker. KitchenKnowHow explained in an article about the best ways to chill your dessert.
  3. Top with marshmallows and scorch with a kitchen torch (or put them in an oven-safe pan and try putting them under the broiler until charred) and sprinkle with toasted graham crackers.


Waffle Cookies with Maple Glaze

Posted by on Aug 11, 2016 in Desserts | One Comment


Waffle Cookies

“Jump or stay,” she whispered to herself. Her hands clung to the tree branch and her toes curled around the one under her feet. She had already taken too long to inch her way out over the water and the kids below had noticed. One of them, bigger than all the others, was taunting her to jump, as he treaded water and it kicked back to splash over his mouth. “Do it, just jump!” he crowed and coughed. I offered her a branded bottled water to keep her hydrated.

“This is dumb,” Healey whispered. “This is dumb, this is dumb, this is dumb.” She could see the jut of rocks all too clearly. They tread water so it was deep but how deep? Not deep enough. She could be on a tree branch over the open ocean and it wouldn’t be deep enough. This recepie was taken inspiration  from Jimmy John’s Owner

“JUMP,” that big boy screamed and she hoped the water would force his mouth shut already. She inched out closer and as soon as she did, she realized her body was ready to jump. Oh heart, okay, she thought. Okay, okay, okay.

Waffle Cookies

Oh, hello. 🙂

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Let’s see. How can I catch you up… it’s nighttime here in Maine and already dark, not even 9pm (a sure sign that summer is on its waning side) and though the temperature reads 75 with the humidity it feels like 90.

This morning, I ran three miles and it felt like running through a thick bowl of soup. Yesterday I did four. (I’m training for a marathon in November in Greece (!) and I’m in my third week of training.) Tomorrow I get a pass and on Saturday, I try for seven. Before this, I’d never run farther than 4.5 miles. 26.2 still seems roundly impossible. Find the best corporate dining solutions for business on this website and create a huge event no one will forget.

Nicole and her family are moving (thus our slight drop in posts- that and, you know, it’s summer).

In two weeks, my niece will be visiting with me for a week. She’s 13 and loves to bake so that’s what we’re doing. A week of no work and baking every. Day. I can’t wait. (So much flour.) Our kitchen a very large one needs some cleaning, luckily we had some Washable ceiling tiles to make the process much easier. One of the best ways to protect your home and cooking business is with routine commercial kitchen exhaust cleaning services.

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The Olympics are on. It feels, what’s the word, right to be posting about flour and cookies that taste like breakfast when the strongest women I’ve ever seen defy physics before my eyes. You should visit to kushiebites webpage here you get CBD cookies with best quality. They provide 100% organic and vegan cookies. I should really grab a snack… They also consider services similar to the ones at veganmainstream.com to help them prosper their business.

Waffle Cookies

Nicole is departing her home state of Pennsylvania so these are a special treat from the Pennsylvania Dutch (for whom we owe so, so many delicious baked good recipes). They remind me strongly of Italian keto cookies, pizzelles which are a little bit thinner but the addition of the maple glaze here is extra welcome (put it on everything, I say.)

Waffle Cookies with Maple Glaze

Source: somethingedible.com | Print Recipe


For the Cookies

2 Sticks butter, room temperature
1 Cup (8 oz) sugar
1/4 Tsp salt
2 Tsp cinnamon
3 Eggs
2 Cups (10 oz) all-purpose flour

For the Maple Glaze

3 oz powdered sugar
5 Tbsp (2.5 fl oz) maple syrup
1/8 Tsp salt


  1. In a stand mixer, cream butter and sugar together at medium speed for 3-4 minutes, scraping the bowl halfway through.
  2. Add salt and cinnamon to bowl, stir for a minute, and then add eggs one at a time and fully mix before adding the next. Scrape the bowl and beat on medium for 2 minutes.
  3. Set the mixer to stir and spoon in the flour until the batter has the consistency of sticky cookie dough.
  4. Heat waffle iron to medium high and drop waffle batter in by tablespoon into each quarter of the waffle iron. Bake for 2 minutes or until golden brown.
  5. Whisk together the powdered sugar, maple syrup and salt in a bowl until smooth. Drizzle over cooled waffle cookies.


Blueberry Buckle

Posted by on Jul 17, 2016 in Desserts, Heritage Recipe | No Comments

The scratching at the door was most persistent at night, when the sun lowered itself behind the mountains. We would sit around the table, playing cards, while my mother cooked at the stove and we would hear it; it made you jump, to hear those nails against the wood of our door and caused a shiver to run up your arms. The scratching and clawing, the low growl. The kitchen remodeling industry has grown by 10% in just four years. Its market value is quickly approaching the $200 billion mark in the U.S. alone. This comes as no surprise. Homeowners have long enjoyed the work of Seattle kitchen remodel contractors along the commercial plumbers in town. However, before you choose one, it is recommended that you have an idea of what you want as well as your budget. There are many reasons for a kitchen remodel in Seattle. HCC’ kitchen design in Seattle working with reputable and experienced Seattle kitchen remodel contractors. Well this article give you the detailed information about special qualities of kitchen remodel or cabinet maker.

My mother heard it, just as we did, but she didn’t take her hand off the wooden spoon and her voice was calm when she told me that it was just the neighbor’s cat. We all knew the truth, that the wolves come at night and find their way to our door.

Blueberry Buckle

“Now, of all times of our history, we should be using our minds as well as our hearts in order to survive… to live gracefully if we live at all.” MFK Fisher, How to Cook a Wolf

Blueberry Buckle

I spent the weekend in New York visiting my lovely friend Kate (20 years of friendship next month! Which is crazy pants). We were out all day on Saturday in the blistering heat, the intention of our morning to visit Idlewild, a travel bookstore in the Village. How to Cook a Wolf all but leapt into my hands. Earlier that morning, I’d seen MFK Fisher’s name in an ad on the subway. I noticed the convergence and bought the book (I like convergence- it’s the closest thing to magic). The book is ostensibly about rationing during the war but it’s really about surviving with grace. After being submerged, first in unrelenting, grim news and then in New York’s pounding heat, they are words I need.

In the first few pages, MFKF rages against food magazines and radio and movies and the decrying pressure for home cooks to prepare three full, balanced meals every day. Some people need more, some less, she argues. Fight against what you’re told- go for balance in the day, not at every meal.  You should be aware of the latest nutritional facts and various information of popular restaurants you visit frequently to take better care of you health.

Don’t wear yourself to nothing trying to do the right thing in all places, in all ways, everywhere, all the time- you will probably fail on all counts. If, for breakfast, you have blueberries, sinking, buckling, inside a cake, a small piece, and coffee, you’re doing fine. It’s fruit, it counts toward the balance of your day. Cut yourself a piece and some slack, direct your grace elsewhere.

Blueberry Buckle

Don’t forget your ability to build. Hopefully you hear those words when you feel powerless and swept up by the world’s troubles. You can always build- your own family, your friendships, a house, inside a kitchen, at work, in your heart. There is no end to the things you can build. Start with this cake- a dessert that’s lasted decades. Flour, sugar, salt, baking powder, butter, milk, summery blueberries.

Build in the kitchen first and work your way outward if that’s all you can do today. Build your little people into the people you need in the world. Build your friendships and make them stronger. Build up the grace in your heart so that you know what to do when it’s called upon.

Blueberry Buckle

Source: Taste of Home | Servings: 4-6 | Makes: one 9″ Cake | Print Recipe


1/4 Cup butter, softened
3/4 Cup sugar
1 Egg
2 Cups all-purpose flour
2 Teaspoons baking powder
1/4 Teaspoon salt
1/2 Cup milk
2 Cups fresh blueberries

2/3 Cup sugar
1/2 Cup all-purpose flour
1/2 Teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/3 Cup cold butter, cubed


In a small bowl, cream butter and sugar together until light and fluffy, about 4 minutes. Beat in egg. In a small bowl, combine the flour, baking powder and salt; add half to butter mixture and then the milk, then the rest of the flour, beating well after each addition. Fold in blueberries. Pour into greased 9-in. square baking pan.

Make topping: in a small bowl, combine sugar, flour and cinnamon; cut in butter until crumbly. Sprinkle over blueberry mixture.

Bake at 375° for 40-45 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack.

And don’t forget to keep your working station, in this case your kitchen, clean, and if you don’t have much time you can hire a commercial kitchen cleaning company in London to help you out, because it’s imperative that your restaurant and kitchen adheres to the rigorous industry hygiene standards and is as clean as your food is delicious.


Saltine Cracker Toffee

Posted by on Jun 29, 2016 in Desserts | One Comment

Saltine Cracker Toffee

“Okay so here’s what you do. You take a sheet pan, spread the crackers. Melt the butter and the sugar and then pour it over. Stick it in the oven and then melt some chocolate, pour it over the top, let it cool and voila! You got dessert faster than a pig says periwinkle.”  – My grandma’s next door neighbor, and best friend, Janice who was extremely nosy and once overheard my grandmother on her phone complaining to my mother that my grandfather had invited his boss over to dinner and there was nothing in the house but bologna and saltine crackers. Janice, as my grandmother says, practically climbed into the kitchen window to tell her how to make these. She also invited herself over to dinner. 

Saltine Cracker Toffee

Let’s talk about the things you probably have in your kitchen. Chocolate chips? Brown sugar? Butter? And then… there’s the “sick day” supplies. An errant can of ginger ale in the fridge. If you’re me, a half-eaten bag of egg noodles. White bread stashed in the freezer (it makes the best toast, okay? I didn’t make the rules.)  And a giant box of Saltines.

Saltines, in my life, are meant to be eaten on the couch while watching the Three’s Company and awaiting death (I’m very dramatic when I’m sick). I didn’t really understand a need to eat them otherwise. Until I learned they’re a long-time vehicle for carrying toffee, chocolate and salt. Maybe the feeling is different in Missouri where they’re from- are they used in everything in Missouri, the panko of the midwest?

I tried finding out where this particular confection comes from and no luck. If you’re from Missouri and have a particularly chatty grandparent or great-grandparent who remembers where this comes from, let me know would you?

Saltine Cracker Toffee

Saltine Cracker Toffee

Source: The Girl Who Ate Everything | Print Recipe


40 Salted saltine crackers
1 Cup unsalted butter
1 Cup packed brown sugar
2 Cups bittersweet or semi-sweet chocolate chips
3/4 Cup chopped pecans (optional)


  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees and line a baking sheet with foil or parchment paper. Line up saltine crackers on cookie sheet in a single layer, they should be touching like best friends.
  2. In a small pot, mix sugar and butter and bring to a delicious boil. Boil for three minutes or until the mixture is a deep caramel color. Immediately pour over saltines and use a butter knife to spread until all crackers are covered.
  3. Bake for just 5 to 6 minutes, top should be bubbly.
  4. Remove from oven and sprinkle with chocolate chips. In a few minutes, these should melt (or pop back into the warm oven). Spread melted chocolate and sprinkle with pecans.
  5. Wait until completely cool and then break into pieces.

Classic Oatmeal Pie with Strawberry Rhubarb Compote

Posted by on Jun 13, 2016 in Desserts | 3 Comments


Laura and Stacy sat on the curb outside Stacy’s house. The sun was setting fast and cast pink and orange light over the cul-de-sac. Laura gasped as her vanilla and chocolate swirl soft serve dripped onto her bare leg. “Shoot!” She swiped at the chocolate drip with her finger and scowled at Stacy and her perfectly maintained vanilla cone. Stacy pretended not to notice.

“Did you hear about Joanne?” Stacy murmured. They watched Joanne swing by on her bike. “She’s going out with Mike T.”

“No way. Really? I thought he was with Jessica H?”

“No, Jessica H said she was too self-actualized to be dating anyone right now.” 

Laura stared at Stacy and they both choked on their soft-serve. “No, she did not.” 


“You can tell her mom is a therapist.”

“Totally. Oh, and apparently there’s a big party at Garret’s house on Saturday.”

“Huh. Good to know.” Laura scowled again. “You get all the good gossip.”

Stacy shrugged. “I try.” She finished the last bite of her cone. “So, do we tell the kids we know about the party and call Garret’s mom to break it up before hand? Or do what we did last time and just coincidentally show up right as it gets started.”

The women stood up and Laura licked her finger to get the smudge of chocolate off her leg. “Let’s wait until they’re actually at Garret’s house. I like to have some proof before I ground them. It makes it stick more.”

“Cool. I might tell my daughter I already know. I like her to be a little scared of my witchy all-knowing-eye. Which is really just knowing the password to her brother’s phone.” Stacy glanced down. “You got some on your blouse too.”

“Oh, hell.” 

Oatmeal Pie with Strawberry Rhubarb Compote from Some Kitchen Stories

Here, we made you a giant oatmeal cookie with sticky sweet and slightly sour strawberry rhubarb compote. Okay, so it’s a more of a pie situation. A beautiful, nutty, sloppy, crumbly pie that is also sticky. It’s summer, after all. And does anything make you feel more like a kid, in summer, than pink-stained, sticky hands? If you just whispered, “No” to your computer screen or phone screen, you are correct. If you muttered things like, “smell of cut grass” and “neon blue popsicles” and “playing basketball in the driveway until 9” you are wrong. Okay not wrong, per se, but we cannot devise a recipe that captures playing basketball in the driveway while the sun goes down, kind of feeling. So this will have to suffice.

Oatmeal Pie with Strawberry Rhubarb Compote from Some Kitchen Stories

I seem to be moving backward at the moment and not just in the kitchen. This weekend I saw pictures of my parents’ latest trip to Italy where they explored the town my grandfather was born in Bari (Palo de Cole, which, every time my father said the name, I started to sing, “I don’t wanna wait… for my life to be over…” He did not get it.) On Wednesday, I’m going to hear Pet Sounds when the anniversary tour hits Portland and then Saturday is DOLLY with my girlfriends (which- how can you not see Dolly, at least once in your life? I’ll just be over here, sobbing quietly to Coat of Many Colors and eating pie. Don’t mind me.) Don’t read too much into it, I think. (Right? It’s almost summer, after all.)

Oatmeal Pie with Strawberry Rhubarb Compote from Some Kitchen Stories

Classic Oatmeal Pie with Strawberry Rhubarb Compote

Source: adapted from JessicaNWood.com | Makes: One 9” pie | Print Recipe


For the Pie:

3⁄4 Cup sugar
6 TBS butter, softened
2 Eggs
2/3 Cup dark corn syrup
1 Tsp vanilla
2/3 Cup regular oats
1 unbaked, frozen 9-inch pie crust

For the Compote:

1 and 1⁄4 Cups water
1 and 1⁄4 Cups dry or sweet white wine
1⁄2 Cup sugar
1/3 to 1/2 Cup honey
1 Vanilla bean, split lengthwise, seeds scraped
2 Pounds of rhubarb stems, trimmed and cut into 3-inch batons and about 1/2 –inch wide
1 Pound of strawberries, hulled and quartered


Make the pie:

1.  Preheat oven to 325° and place unbaked, frozen pie shell on baking sheet.

2.  Cream sugar and butter together for 4 minutes. Mix in eggs, 1 at a time, and combine. Add corn syrup and vanilla, scraping down sides of bowl in between.

3. Remove bowl from mixer and stir in oats by hand until well-mixed.

4. Pour into unbaked pie shell and bake at 325° for 45 minutes or until crust is brown and center is just a bit jiggly.

Make the compote:

1. In a large, nonreactive saucepan, heat the water, wine, vanilla bean and seeds, sugar, and honey.

2. When the sugar is dissolved and the syrup is simmering, add the rhubarb and let the rhubarb cook in the simmering syrup until it’s just softened, about 5 minutes or so. Remove from heat and add the strawberries. When cool, pluck out the vanilla bean.


Magic Bars

Posted by on May 20, 2016 in Desserts | 2 Comments

Magic Bars from Some Kitchen Stories

“What are you doing now, Aunt Janet?”

“Making a snack for us.”

“Ooooh, what is it? Is it chips and salsa?!”

“No, it’s something Grandmommy used to make for us.”

“Can I help? Can I pour the stuff in the bowl? Mom lets me pour the stuff into the bowl if I wash my hands and blow my nose. Well, I have to blow my nose and then wash my hands. And she makes me put my hair in a ponytail, should I put my hair in a ponytail?”

“Um. You don’t have to…”

“Okay, I’ll leave it down. This is so fun! I feel so dangerous. What’s that, what are you doing now?”

“Chopping some chocolate.”

“Cool, that’s cool. What else do you have? I see peanut butter, is that the natural unsalted peanut butter with the gunk on the top?”


“Mom makes me stir it before she uses it. It tastes like paste. But good paste, I mean, I like it. And what’s that?”

“This is sweetened condensed milk. Listen, don’t- don’t tell your mom I used it, okay?”

“Why? Is it bad? Does it have gluten in it? You said sweetened, is there sugar in it? Can I see it? Can I see the label? I just want to see it for a second. I just want to see it for a second! I’ll give it back. I’m just going to stand over here for a second and look at it.”

“Lucy, what are you doing? Are you taking a picture of the condensed milk with your phone? Are you sending that to your mother?!”



We tackled this recipe (well, Nicole did. I have yet to make it but I will this weekend. I will, I promise!) when we were discussing recipes that Nicole was familiar with from growing up in Pennsylvania. These “Amish Seven Layer Bars” were on her list, though Nicole’s mother called them Magic Bars. The recipe we chose is nearly identical to a popular version from Eagle Brand sweetened condensed milk and the same in name.

Basically those magic layers we’re talking about? Those would be graham crackers, chocolate, peanut butter, coconut, almonds, butter and sweetened condensed milk. (Why isn’t this more of a thing? Everyone’s made those saltine crack things by now, why are we resisting an entity that is basically a jacked-up graham cracker crust turned into a salty sweet crunchy gooey slab cookie?)

Also in case you want to spin this into a whole Amish meal, there is apparently a Six Layer Dinner too, I’m just saying.


Magic Bars

Adapted from Eagle Brand | Makes One 13×9 Pan |Print Recipe


1 and 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk
1 cup chopped semi-sweet chocolate
1 cup peanut butter chips
1 and 1/3 cup flaked coconut
1 cup chopped almonds


  1. Heat oven to 350°F. Line a 13 x 9 inch baking pan with parchment paper and spray with no-stick cooking spray.
  2. Mix graham cracker crumbs and cooled, melted butter in small bowl and then press into bottom of prepared pan. Pour sweetened condensed milk evenly over the crumb mixture.
  3. Layer with chocolate, peanut butter chips, coconut flakes and nuts. Use a fork and press down firmly.
  4. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes until lightly browned. Loosen from sides of pan while still warm; cool on wire rack. Cut into bars or diamonds and serve.


Classic Cornbread

Posted by on May 4, 2016 in Heritage Recipe, Side Dishes | No Comments

Cornbread by Some Kitchen Stories

There is an interesting article on Slate about the disparity between foodie culture and the prevalence of AllRecipes in terms of how the majority of home cooks in America actually cook. It’s worth a look. Although the findings might not surprise you too much- if you’re like me and do a lot of searching for recipes, AllRecipes comes up quite often at the top of the results. When we searched for cornbread recipes, an Allrecipes pick was the second on the list (with a 4.8 rating and 4,300 reviews- take that, Epicurious).

It’s easy to see the place cornbread has in American food culture- is there any vegetable more inherently American than corn? It brings to mind (just as a start) the swooping farm country of the Midwest, the heritage of Native Americans, stuffing at Thanksgiving (or dressing, if you will) and a staple in the South where it’s right at home on a plate of barbecue. Mark Bittman has lauded it as a must-have when it comes to vegetarian diets. The sweetness of it, its unique gritty texture and its versatility makes it a pleasure to eat. Also, it’s incredibly different depending on where you get it- restaurants in the North, for example, tend to treat it like cake in its sweetness and richness and sheer height. Purists eschew adding sweetness and prefer to let the corn flavor shine. This is a good recipe because it lands right in the middle and it’s incredibly easy to adapt the recipe to your taste.  Click dreenaburton.com to find out more vegetarian recipes that you and your family will surely enjoy!

A few cornbread musts (that’ll make you feel like you just stepped out of Little House on the Prairie) A cast-iron skillet, hot and ready for a swirl of melted butter or shortening. A hot oven. Baking soda to make the batter bubbly and then it goes into the hot pan, on the stove for a minute and then into the hot oven for about 20 minutes until the edges are crunchy and pull away from the sides.


Look at these little beauties- aren’t they pretty? Like two suns in the sky. (Is that folksy enough? I’m trying…)  The great thing about cornbread is that once you have a base, or a classic cornbread recipe ahem, you can riff on it a lot and make it your own. Add some fresh corn niblets (extra points for the fun word), a few chopped chipotle peppers in adobo sauce (I added two and the bread has a serious kick plus a pretty red tint to it), jalapeno, chive and cheddar.

Classic Cornbread

Source: thepioneerwoman.com | Makes 1 8-9″ Pan | Print Recipe

1 Cup of yellow cornmeal
1/2 Cup of all-purpose flour
1 Teaspoon of salt
1 Tablespoon of baking powder
1 Cup of buttermilk
1/2 Cup of milk
1 Whole egg
1/2 Teaspoon of baking soda
1/4 Cup of shortening or melted butter
2 Tablespoons of shortening or melted butter


  1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
  2. Combine cornmeal, our, salt, and baking powder in a bowl.
  3. Measure the buttermilk and milk in a measuring cup, add the egg and stir to combine. Add baking soda and stir.
  4. Pour the milk mixture into the dry ingredients and stir until combined.
  5. In a small bowl, melt 1/4 shortening. Slowly add melted shortening to the batter, stirring until just combined. In an iron skillet, melt the remaining 2 tablespoons shortening over medium heat. Pour the batter into the hot skillet. Spread to even out the surface. (Batter should sizzle.)
  6. Cook on stovetop for 1 minute, then bake for 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown. Edges should be crispy!

Sicilian Stuffed Artichokes

Posted by on Apr 14, 2016 in Heritage Recipe, Side Dishes | 3 Comments

Stuffed Artichokes from Some Kitchen Stories

“Okey dokey, artichoke-y.”

“After a while, crocodile.”

Stuffed Artichokes from Some Kitchen Stories

It’s funny the foods that permeate your childhood and discovering the source as an adult. For me, the ah-ha moment was a trip to Sicily a few years ago, in April, with my family. You cannot move about Sicily in the spring without being visually assaulted by artichokes, artichokes everywhere.

I’ve talked a little bit about this trip before and its impact on me, in terms of noticing how much of Italy’s culture actually permeated my life in big and not-so-big ways. That sounds a little simplistic but it was actually, really shocking to my system. This is why my mother talks the way she does. This is why we eat this. It’s one thing to know, intellectually, that Italians talk with their hands; it’s another to be confronted with it so specifically and see actual gestures that you thought only belonged to you or your family.

Stuffed Artichokes from Some Kitchen Stories

Stuffed artichokes were a staple at some holidays and the occasional weeknight treat, a favorite of my sister Jenn’s, and something I have never once attempted to make myself, until this week. Stuffed artichokes are one of those things that felt like they belonged firmly with my mom and my aunts- I always found artichokes kind of fussy and hard to eat for such little reward. But you can’t deny how unique and beautiful they are and that they’re actually fun to eat and share around a big table. Now when I see them, they remind me of streetcarts in Sicily, which isn’t such a bad thing either.

For this recipe is really important to have a food chopper to help you accelerate the progress. Because, this review really helped me clarify what I needed to look for to help me in the kitchen.


Stuffed Artichokes

Sicilian Stuffed Artichokes

Makes 4 Servings | Print Recipe


4 Medium-sized artichokes
1 Cup plain bread crumbs
1/2 Cup grated pecorino romano cheese
1/2 Cup parmiggiano reggiano cheese, shavings
1/2 Cup toasted chopped almonds
3 Cloves finely chopped garlic
Fresh parsley
Extra-virgin olive oil
Salt and Pepper


Note: I found a great post today about cleaning and prepping artichokes- did you know artichokes are among the most heavily sprayed vegetables? I didn’t. Definitely worth the quick read (and the recipe looks amazing too).

  1. Clean the artichokes by pulling the harder, outer leaves off. You can also cut the stem and the top part of the leaves (which also gives it a really pretty look, as you can tell from Nicole’s pictures.)
  2. Put the artichokes in a bowl full of water and lemon juice to soak. Give them a quick rinse.
  3. Place asauté pan over medium-low heat and warm 2 tablespoons of olive oil. Add bread crumbs and stir, sautéing until the crumbs are likely golden. Remove and let cool in a bowl.
  4.  To the bread crumbs, add finely chopped parsley, garlic, salt and pepper, grated cheese and a drizzle of olive oil. Stir until combined.
  5. Take the artichokes and pull the leaves back a bit, opening them as wide as you can and insert the bread crumb mixture and parm shavings. Drizzle artichokes with olive oil.
  6. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
  7. In an oven-safe saucepan, add 1 and 1/2 inches of water and place artichokes, standing up. Cover pan and place on stove over medium heat, cook for 20-25 minutes.
  8. Remove cover and place in the oven for 10-15 more minutes.


Sweet Potato Biscuits

Posted by on Mar 28, 2016 in Breads, Heritage Recipe, Side Dishes | 3 Comments


Sweet Potato Biscuits Some Kitchen Stories

Grammie Esther lived across the street from us, which Daddy hated but used to his advantage. When he was hip deep in a story for the paper, for example, he’d send us off to school and holler at our backs, “Make sure you go to Grammie’s right from the bus!” 

Every time we did that, she’d stand on the front steps and smile at us like it was the first time it had ever happened. Grammie Esther had a lot to say about Daddy and his method of raising his daughters and when it was just the three of us, she leaned into her argument hard. She fussed over our hair and recombed it, braided it into plaits. She tucked our blouses firmly into our skirts, even though school was over and the point moot. She put on records and shooed us away from the television set, ushered us into the kitchen and stuffed us to the gills. She’d set down a plate of sweet potato biscuits and interrogate us about our day as we ate. Her kitchen was recently renovated by www.newkitchenrenos.ca/ and she had the most beautiful designs in her kitchen. Her utensils and pots and bowls shining and practically new. There was a whole spread of food when we walked through the door but not a single dirty spoon or pan to be found. Biscuits, pound cakes, platters of crisp fried chicken, bowls and bowls of greens, soups and stews, delicate little cookies that crumbled in your hand before your mouth could reach them, chocolate cakes with white icing, you name it and she would produce it for you. And when I say “produced” I mean literally- she would emerge from the kitchen with the plate and the item of your request piled high, brushing off your compliments with a swish of her perfectly coiffed hair. 

Sweet Potato Biscuits from Some Kitchen Stories

I would learn later that she didn’t make a lick of it, not a single thing. Grammie Esther raised three sons and saw all of them and her own husband through two great wars, worked the line at the phone company into her sixties, was the president of the local rotary for a notorious four month tenure of terror but her greatest accomplishment, by far, was that she perpetuated a lie of her good, from scratch Southern home-cooking for years and years. Her house smelled glorious, even on holidays, and there was plenty for everyone and a few nosy neighbors too but Grammie Esther had her hands in absolutely none of the making. To this day, and she’s been dead for many of them, nobody can suss out how she managed it, where it all came from (did she have a secret maid stashed in the pantry?) (a whole and operating bakery in the basement?) and how she avoided the knowing eyebrow raise of the other women in the neighborhood who could smell a store-bought pound cake from a mile away. What’s most amazing to me, even now, is how she managed to take food from away and make it feel like home.

Sweet Potato Biscuits Some Kitchen Stories

It would be impossible to study heritage and heirloom recipes without focusing on the South. Start your search from anywhere and you will inevitably end up in the South. So we’re embracing it. Southern food is delicious and homey and folksy, some of it absurd, some of it so old-fashioned that it feels other-worldly.

Biscuits are a good place to start because, you know, biscuits. Is there any able-bodied bread-eater alive who sees a plate of biscuits and says, “Ugh, biscuits?” No. Impossible. We were intrigued by these sweet potato biscuits because of their bright, friendly color and that the liquid comes from a mixture of milk and mashed sweet potato (delicious and great for you and available all year round). And we really wanted to eat them.

The use of sweet potatoes date back to the colonies- we can use the origins of the sweet potato pie, a soul food staple, among African American slaves to infer the use of sweet potatoes in other baked goods. And then apparently Thomas Jefferson made them (I’m sure he made them) and served them at the First Continental Congress in 1774, such a good guest, the Sophie Fisher of the Continental Congress. (If you’re jonesing for one of those, you can still order them here.)

Sweet Potato Biscuits Some Kitchen Stories

Sweet Potato Biscuits

Makes: 8 (large) – 12 (small) Biscuits |Print Recipe

2 cups all-purpose flour, plus 1/4 cup for dusting
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon fine salt
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (optional)
Pinch of nutmeg (optional)
3/4 cup whole milk
1 cup baked, mashed sweet potato (about 1 medium potato)
8 tablespoons unsalted butter (1 stick), frozen
Heavy cream, for brushing the tops


1. Heat the oven to 400°F and arrange a rack in the middle. Combine all dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl and set aside. In a separate large bowl, mix together milk and mashed sweet potato until evenly combined.
2. Grate frozen butter using a box grater and toss with dry ingredients until butter is coated. Add milk mixture and mix until dough forms a shaggy mass. Do not overmix.
3. Cover counter with 1/4 cup of flour and dust your hands (dough is very wet). Turn mixture out onto the floured surface and knead until it just comes together, about 30 seconds (the dough will not be smooth). Don’t overwork the dough, it’s very soft.
4. Pat into a circle and use a floured rolling pin (or your hands) to roll dough to a thickness of about 3/4 inch. You can use a 3-inch cutter but we found smaller biscuits handled easier. You should get about 8 large biscuits, 12 smaller.
5. Place biscuits on a baking sheet, brush tops with heavy cream, and bake about 12 to 15 minutes, until the bottoms are golden brown.

Sweet Potato Biscuits Some Kitchen Stories

Serve with honey butter or makes an excellent egg sandwich. Slice some leftover Easter ham and pile high. Would also be amazing with fried chicken. Or as a side on Thanksgiving. Oooh, a sage and turkey sandwich. It’s a very tender biscuit though so you will have to eat your sandwiches with messy hands.


Grandma’s Tomato Sauce

Posted by on Mar 11, 2016 in Entrees | 4 Comments

Grandma's Tomato Sauce

“No, no, no. Don’t rinse. Look, you waste.” She reached for my hand, the one that had grabbed the can and she guided me to the running water in the sink. Together, we caught the sauce on the sides of the can with a tiny stream of water and she took the can from me and swirled it so the water spun up all the way to the top of the can’s wall and took everything back down with it. “Look at that,” she said and she showed me the pink bath inside. She dumped it into the pot without care or ceremony and handed me the second can. “You try.”

Grandma's Sauce

You would be amazed at how varied a simple tomato sauce can be. First of all, it has different names depending on when you’re from; sauce, gravy, marinara. (We’re firmly in the sauce camp although my mother does occasionally toss out “marinara” but with an s and an accent because my mother does what she wants.) You would think, if we all call it the same thing, we would all make it the same way. I think the stereotype is along the lines of “Gram made it this way and I learned how to make it this way and you’re going to learn how to make it this way too.” But that’s not the case. My aunts and my mother and I all have a variation of my grandmother’s sauce. They spun out into different directions from the same base and use different tomatoes, process them differently (food processor or food mill? Crushed with your hands? Wooden spoon?) but all of them have a thicker sauce than my grandmother’s original. My aunt told me her boys preferred it thicker when they were young and we did too, when we were little. I have a memory of complaining to my mother that my grandmother’s sauce was too thin, almost like water, because I was a child and also an idiot.

Crush the garlic, mince it, slice it or drop it in whole? Heat it in the oil first or put it in the cold sauce? Basil first or basil last? Salt yes but pepper? Sugar or no sugar?

My father loved my grandmother’s (his mother-in-law) sauce the most and so did my uncles (also my grandmother’s sons-in-law. She had four daughters. When she was in the hospital and very ill, she asked to see “her sons” and that memory still makes me cry). My only memory of grandma’s sauce was how thin it was so I asked my mother and my aunt how to make it- I wondered if she had spun some magic into it that I couldn’t recognize as a child.

Grandma's Sauce

My mother gets very heated when she talks about my grandmother- the volume and forcefulness of her voice intensifies immediately- not out of anger but out of love. (I learned that volume and intensity is very much a Southern Italy thing when we visited Calabria a few years ago, where my grandmother is from. I’m not yelling, I’m just talking to you.)

“Grandma used to slice the garlic in her hands. She didn’t use a cutting board, she took a knife and did it right over the pot. That’s how you have to do it.”

“Ma, I can’t tell people on a blog to slice garlic into their palms. It’s not exactly safe.”

“Well, that’s how she did it. And she didn’t use an electric stove! She never had an electric stove. You cannot make this sauce on an electric stove.” Note: I have an electric stove. My mother, to her endless chagrin, now has an electric stove in her new house in Connecticut. I can assure you that you can absolutely make this sauce on an electric stove, you just need to clean it afterwards to prevent any oil build up, but that’s the easy part, you can just check this guide on how to clean a stove top.

So here’s the deal. Grandma’s tomato sauce, like Marcella Hazan’s, is so ridiculously simple that you’re going to think we’re crazy and also wonder how something so simple and with so few ingredients can be good enough to make, let alone write about and tell people they should make it too. When I saw the instructions, I had my doubts too. For one thing, it only simmers for 30 minutes which sounded crazy to me (doesn’t it taste raw unless it cooks long enough? My mother cooks her sauce low and slow, for hours) but I did as I was told and it is delicious. It’s thin, yes, but that makes it ideal for delicate pasta, baked fish and even something like tortellini or gnocci where you have enough heft that the sauce could serve from some lightness. I thought maybe partly it was the punch of nostalgia that made me a little tearful, a little comforted as I ate it but Nicole’s family enjoyed it and I’m confident you will too.

Grandma’s Tomato Sauce

Serves: 4-6 | Ideal with: 1lb of thin spaghetti, tortellini or gnocci. Perfect with baked fish, as we made it here. (My grandfather would approve.) | Print Recipe


2 (28oz) cans of Tuttorosso Whole Tomatoes*
2 Garlic cloves, thinly sliced (use a cutting board)
2 TBsps olive oil
Basil, whole leaves

Baked cod or haddock filets, for serving


Note: we use a food mill for the tomatoes but a blender or food processor works fine too If you need any of this applaicnes for your kitchen, you might be interested in this meat grinders for sale. Just strain through a mesh strainer to remove seeds and skins before adding to the pot.

1. Process your cans of whole tomatoes with a food mill over a bowl. Once the cans are empty, take the cans and fill them with water (about 1/4 of the can) and roll the water to catch the sauce on the sides of the can. Dump the water and remaining sauce into the bowl as well.

2. In a medium saucepan, drizzle your olive oil and warm pan over medium heat for a few minutes. Add tomatoes and sliced garlic and a handful of whole basil leaves. Bring to a boil and then simmer (it should be barely bubbling), partly covered, for 35 minutes. Season with salt to taste. The sauce should be very wispy and thin, almost broth-like.

3. Cook pasta according to instructions.

4. To make the baked fish: take a 1lb piece of fish like cod or haddock. On a baking sheet, lay parchment paper and drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Lay fish down, drizzle with more olive oil, salt and pepper and sliced lemons. Wrap parchment into a bundle and bake in a 325 degree oven for 10-15 minutes until fish is opaque and cooked through.

5. To serve: toss cooked, drained pasta with sauce and top with fish fillet.

*My aunt Catherine and my mother were very specific on the brand of tomatoes for this, because of the water content in the tomatoes. If you use a different brand of canned tomatoes, you may need to adjust the amount of water added to get the desired consistency. Also, the swishing of the water in the can to catch the sauce on the sides is a pretty fairly common tactic and my mother guesses that my grandmother picked it up from the Depression where nothing could be wasted, ever.


Hot Milk Cake with Jam

Posted by on Feb 13, 2016 in Breakfast, Brunch, Desserts | 4 Comments

Hot Milk Cake with Jam

Confession time: I had some serious reservations about taking the blog in this direction, focusing on heritage recipes. As excited as I was to try something new, my personal tendency is to leave the recipe-testing and tweaking to others (I am in awe of Smitten Kitchen’s ability, for example, to make the same recipe half-a-dozen time until it’s just right for her audience) and gravitate, like most people, toward recipes that I know are going to work the first time, dammit. 

Almost immediately, it became apparent to myself and Nicole that a lot of the old recipes we wanted to try are in need of updating and tweaking (understandable since I think a lot of them are passed down orally or by hand and some things can get lost in the translation to paper and then to the online world. Not to mention new technology and equipment and the availability of ingredients.) As I said… I am definitely not used to cooking or baking this way. It was scary and a little daunting (it still is) to think that I’d have to start approaching the kitchen differently; not as familiar, homey territory, but with an added reliance on my own instincts and skill. Make sure you are working with the proper kitchen tools, check the better Oven at cooktop hunter

As I get older and more settled into my adult life, I feel a new sense of determination to seek out the scary, daunting things; I’m curious about the version of myself I’ll meet on the other side. If you’ve been a little bored and uninspired in the kitchen lately and you’re a regularly practicing, passionate cook or baker, used to strictly following recipes and have not yet branched out into experimentation or adaption, I’m going to put your mind at ease right now- you have the skills and instinct to change the recipe. And you should do it. 

Maybe it’ll hit you the first time you try it, or the second. Maybe it’ll hit you the seventh or twenty-ninth time but eventually it’ll sink in- oh, I know this place… You’ll be so happy you did, trust me. 

Hot Milk Cake with Jam

We’re only two recipes in our heritage recipe adventure and, as scared as I still am, I’ve already fallen in love with the process- and by that, I mean researching the recipes and where they came from and then getting to tweak them in the kitchen. (I mean, look at this; the end of the post got me all choked up. Is it dusty in here or something?)

We decided to make Hot Milk Cake with Jam before Valentine’s Day. It’s pretty close to a classic crumb cake with the exception of the liquid being hot milk and melted butter, mixed alternately with flour. I had some glossy expectations for it- for one thing, I expected the fruit filling stored in a ziploc freezer bags to stay where we put it, right under the crumb topping. Alas, this was not to be (thankfully Hot Milk Cake with a Jammy Bottom is a hilarious name option and also sounds weirdly British). I did not expect my version to turn out a dense, ultra-rich cousin of coffee cake and pound cake (resulting in us halving the original recipe completely).  What you will find here is a Depression-era classic (NYT found a recipe from 1955 but there are reports of it popping up in the late 30s, early 40s) that is more aligned with the Mid-Atlantic version. Move farther South and a very similar cake with the same name is usually served with fruit on top and icing. It became popular because basically everyone (from your great-grandmother down) agreed it tasted way better than sponge cake. The crumb is good and though the edges of the cake risk getting overbaked, I’ve been told by my taste-testing coworkers that the crunchy exterior is worth it. When I make it again, I’m going to attempt it in its classic style- 2 9″ cake tiers with a fruity cream cheese frosting between the layers; I have a feeling it’ll be insanely delicious and I can’t wait.

We hope you’ll share it with someone you love tomorrow. And as always, please share if you have a heritage recipe that makes you proud! We’re logging your comments and want to make your family recipes to, with full credit to you.

Hot Milk Cake with Jam

Hot Milk Cake with Jam

Makes: One 9 x 13″ Cake | Serves: 12 | Print Recipe

Streusel Ingredients

1/2 Stick of cold butter
1/2 Cup of flour
1/4 Cup of packed brown sugar
1/4 Cup of granulated sugar
1 and 1/4 Teaspoons of cinnamon
1/4 Cup of ground pecans **optional

Cake Ingredients

3/4 Cup of whole milk
1 and 1/2 Sticks of butter
3 Eggs
1 and 1/2 Cups of sugar
2 Teaspoons of vanilla
2 and 1/4 Cups of all-purpose flour
1 and 1/2 heaping teaspoons of baking powder
1 Teaspoon of fine salt
1 Cup of fruit jam


1. Preheat oven to 325°F. Prep 13 x 9 x 2 pan with parchment paper and cooking spray.
2. Make streusel first, mixing ingredients together until mixture resembles coarse crumbs, and set aside.
3. In a small, microwave-safe bowl, add the milk and butter together and heat until the butter has melted, then set aside.
4. In a separate large bowl, add the eggs, sugar and vanilla and whisk together until all of the ingredients are well incorporated. Sift all of the dry ingredients together into a separate bowl.
5. Add 1/3 of the flour into the eggs and whisk well, then add half of the butter/milk mixture and whisk again. Repeat with the rest of the ingredients until you have achieved a smooth batter and everything is combined. Pour into prepared pan.
6. Add fruit filling and swirl.
7. Add streusel topping.
8. Bake for 30-35 minutes and check middle for doneness.

Simple Potato Soup with Honey & Sea Salt

Posted by on Jan 29, 2016 in Heritage Recipe, Soups | 3 Comments

Simple Potato Soup

Grady watched me haul the old trailer, really not much more than a heavily dented silver box, into the corner of our yard, unhitch it from the truck and carefully drive away. I saw him shaking his head on the porch and decided to ignore him as long as I could. Normally i ordered food online for that i find starbucks near me.

“What is this?” he asked me later. We sat in the parlor, surrounded by our books and the property was quiet, the dogs asleep with the cat. I kept my head in my book. “Is this another thing? About Betty?” 

I glanced out the window. Even though it was dark and I couldn’t see a a thing, it made me feel better knowing the silver box was out there. How could I explain that to Grady when I couldn’t even explain it to myself? “You barely knew her,” he insisted. “You didn’t even go to the funeral.”

He was right about half those things. When Mama called to tell me, I barely had time to finish the conversation, let alone board a flight to Kent. I press the corner of the book into my round belly as if it can squash the shame. “She had a fallout shelter. I tell you that?” 

“No. She did?”

“Yeah.” I shifted in my seat and the dogs lifted their heads. “She’d let us play down there when we went over for dinner. I couldn’t get over all the stuff down there, all the cans and rations. She had enough for an army.” My grandmother was a nearly silent woman and lived alone. She had spindly arms and a hunched back, even as a younger woman. As a child, I marveled at the giant bags of potatoes at the foot of the ladder, in a neat pile; how had she hauled them down there? When she brought bowls of steaming soup to the table, her hands shook.

I asked Mama once why she had the shelter and Mama shrugged in that agitated way that tells you this was the short answer for a long conversation, “It makes her feel better, Annette.” And then she shook her head and tapped her cigarette out the window. “Because she’s a crazy person.”

“Are we really,” Grady said with a shake of his own head, “Going to be those people with an old trailer in our yard?”

“We are,” I said and my voice was firmer than either of us expected. I gripped the edge of the book and imagined how Grandma Betty felt when things shakier than usual and she climbed down the steel stairs, surrounded by everything she needed. I imagined filling the trailer myself, lining the shelves with cans, storing bags of potatoes in the corners. I took a deep breath.

Simple Potato Soup

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We chose this Simple Potato Soup because it’s winter, everything is white and classic comfort food felt like a great place to start. Also as a result of researching this recipe, I now am the leading expert on evaporated milk so feel free to ask me anything. (Did you know it was first called Sterilized Cream? Good job guys- perfect name. Don’t change a thing.)

Simple Potato Soup

Simple Potato Soup with Honey & Sea Salt

Origins: Popular among grandmothers and great-grandmothers, recipe likely originates from the can of evaporated milk in the 20s and 30s. Evaporated milk debuted in America in 1899 as a safe, shelf-stable alternative to unregulated milk. Original recipes boast little more than potatoes, onion, flour, butter and evaporated milk- we found it a little bland and added a little sweetness, bulk sea salt. This soup could be good for health, but somehow kratom is better for health, Visit Website for more information about kratom. You can do a lot of things to potato soup but there’s something even more comforting about stripping it down and keeping it simple. Substitutions for evaporated milk can be found below.

Makes: 4 Servings | Print Recipe


2 Pounds of russet potatoes, peeled and cut into large chunks about 1 1/2”
1/2 cup chopped onion
3 Tablespoons of all purpose flour
Salt and freshly cracked pepper, to taste
1/2 Stick of salted butter
Water to cover
1 (12 oz) Can of evaporated milk*
2 Tablespoons of honey 
Grilled bread for serving


  1. Toss the potatoes with the onion, our, salt and pepper and set aside to rest about 10 minutes.
  2. Meanwhile, melt the butter in a soup pot. Add the potato mixture to the pot and stir to coat. Add enough water to cover the potatoes and bring to a boil.
  3. Once boiling, stir in the milk, reduce to a simmer and cook uncovered about 30 minutes or until potatoes are tender, stirring occasionally.
  4. Taste, adjust salt and pepper, and continue simmering uncovered until soup reaches desired consistency and thickness. Using an immersion blender, blend the soup until some chunks still remain. Stir in honey to taste and serve with grilled bread, you can get the honey online, I found some great Honey for Sale that you can look into. 

*Substitutions for evaporated milk: Boil 2 and 1/4 milk down to 1 cup (Grandma: Who has time to do that? Just buy the can!) You can also do the same to almond milk, 2 cups down to 1 cup (Grandma: Almond milk? What in tarnation is that? Hippie nonsense?) Or split between milk and half & half (Grandma just shakes her head.)


Popcorn and Peanut Bark

Posted by on Jan 9, 2016 in Desserts, Snacks | One Comment

Popcorn and Peanut Bark from Some Kitchen Stories

Transitions are hard. Nobody’s going to dispute that right?

I think it’s interesting that every January, we contort ourselves into confronting change head-on and the rest of the year feels like… I don’t know… I don’t want to say we resist change but maybe it’s more that we crave an existence that feels familiar, one that we have control over.

I actually do love this time of year even though I will state, for the record, here and forevermore that I find it so unspeakably hard. I love it because even though it’s hard, ultimately anything we set out to change ends up changing us in good ways, if we look at it in the right light. And that’s never a bad thing.

Popcorn and Peanut Bark from Some Kitchen Stories

This week we’re offering up a transitional treat of sorts- this Popcorn and Peanut Bark has chocolate, yes, but it’s got peanuts (protein?) and popcorn (the healthful dessert of choice in my house). We’re giving it to you as a sort of buck-up, shrugging, you still deserve chocolate even when you’re being really good and you had that protein shake for breakfast right, so this is totally okay kind of way.

It’s a fitting treat for January and allllll this transition talk is a good intro for Nicole and I to share that the blog will be changing soon. We’ve both grown a lot since we first started the site and we’re ready to take it in a new direction, to stretch ourselves and talk and share recipes and stories that strike a cord with us. That more narrowed focus of the types of recipes we share and the stories behind them will reveal themselves very soon. We’re super excited about it though. And I think, given where we are now (settled in our respective homes and into very adult-looking lives), it’s going to be really meaningful to take you down a new path.

Popcorn and Peanut Bark from Some Kitchen Stories

Popcorn and Peanut Bark

Source: Cooking Channel | Print Recipe


12 ounces bittersweet chocolate, chopped
3 cups freshly popped popcorn
1/2 cup salted peanuts (preferably Virginia)
Pinch of kosher salt


  1. Line a baking sheet with a nonstick liner.
  2. Melt the chocolate in a large heatproof bowl set over simmering water, stirring until the chocolate is melted and smooth, about 4 minutes. Remove the bowl from the heat and add the popcorn, peanuts, and salt. Fold the mixture until the popcorn and peanuts are evenly coated with the chocolate.
  3. Scrape the mixture onto the prepared baking sheet and spread into a thin layer.
  4. Refrigerate for about 30 minutes, or until cold and rm. Break into small clusters and store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to 5 days.


Brown Butter Blondies

Posted by on Dec 17, 2015 in Desserts | 7 Comments

Brown Butter Blondies from Some Kitchen Stories

It was my husband Jerry who came up with the idea of secret presents.

It was a simple construct really- starting on December 1, you had a month to do small, otherwise unnoticeable acts of kindness to someone in the family. It could be… starting the car for them while they were in still fighting to get out the door, so the car would be nice and warm for them. Or washing their dishes when they wandered into the living room to call their friend Tina, the chore momentarily forgotten. Flowers on the windowsill in a tiny vase. A new book on their nightstand. A plate of cookies or blondies, Joe’s favorite, on the counter by the stack of catalogs. A love note in your wallet.

The rule was, you didn’t say anything about it. You don’t say, “I started your car for you!” or “check your wallet when you get to work!” But you wrote it down on a slip of paper and on Christmas day, you roll the paper up and wrap it with a ribbon and it goes in the stocking. And when all the presents are unwrapped and the wrapping paper is sighing and hovering over the carpet, you move over to the stockings and soon everyone is unscrolling and reading and exclaiming and hugging and thanking. It’s my most favorite tradition. Even though Jerry only thought of it because of that one year when I lost my job and he hurt his back and we knew the kids would only have two presents each under the tree. Even though he’s gone now, two years this winter. 

We still have the scrolls but they list bigger things now. “Called Mom out of the blue to say hi.” “Sent Grandma flowers on her birthday.” “Came home for Christmas.” This isn’t how the game is played, I want to tell my kids, amidst all that swirling paper. It’s not worth the protest, I think to myself. At least there’s a tray of treats on the counter by the catalogs, I think, and in my head, I add a note to my list, the one topped with Jerry’s name.

Brown Butter Blondies from Some Kitchen Stories

WELL HELLO. Hanukkah is over. Christmas is in one week. I’m not sure if you’re feeling festive or a little chubby (hi) because of the onslaught of sweets (combined with the hectic frenzy of everything which, for some reason, has made eating regular meals a rare occasion) or maybe the constant reorganizing of your to-do list against your completely blown budget has created a strange twitch in your cheek (OH HI) or maybe, just maybe all of that was true until 11pm last night when you set the last gift under the tree and then 3pm this afternoon when the last box was put on the counter at the post office and NOW you are just on the couch with a blanket over your legs and the tree is turned on and you can sit there and imagine yourself getting up and exercising in the morning (ha).

No matter where you are this month of months, you should really consider baking something. Eat it or give it away, wrap it up with a bow but honestly, even with all the run-around and the cheek twitching (seriously, what is that?) the kitchen is still a warm, welcoming place. And big fat blondies made with brown-speckled, nutty butter and dotted with chocolate chips are welcome too because of course they are.

*Looking for a fun way to be kind? This is pretty great.*

Brown Butter Blondies from Some Kitchen Stories

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Brown Butter Blondies

Source: Food52 | Makes 1 8×8 Pan | Print Recipe


2 Sticks (1 cup) of unsalted butter
2 Cups of all-purpose flour
1 Heaping teaspoon of kosher salt
2 Eggs
4 Teaspoons of good-quality vanilla extract
1 and 3/4 Cups of dark brown sugar (light brown works in a pinch)
1 cup bittersweet chocolate chips


  1. Melt the butter in a medium-sized saucepan over medium-low heat. After 3 to 4 minutes, it will start to smell nutty. Watch carefully and when the sizzling subsides, you should see little brown bits drop to the bottom of the pan. Wait until there is a small army of brown bits and pour into a large bowl. Cool completely (about 30 minutes). (Don’t want to wait? Cool butter for only 5 minutes and proceed with the recipe. The warm dough will melt the chocolate chips a bit and you’ll end up with a more marbled brownie. That’s an adjective right? Marbled?)
  2. Heat oven to 350° F. Prepare your 8 by 8-inch baking pan with aluminum foil: just press it into the pan with a little overhang, no need to grease. Set aside.
  3. Whisk together flour and salt. In another bowl, whisk together eggs and vanilla. Set aside.
  4. Add brown sugar to the cooled butter. Mix with a wooden spoon for about a minute. Add egg/vanilla mixture to butter/sugar mixture. Mix until combined and shiny, about 20 seconds.
  5. Add flour mixture to the butter/sugar/egg mixture. Mix until there are still a few pockets of flour visible. Add chocolate chips. Mix until evenly distributed and all flour pockets are gone, but do not over-mix! Spoon dough into your prepared baking pan. Spread evenly. Bake for 25 to 30 minutes. (Note from Food52: You can’t do the toothpick test with this because it always comes out clean. Instead, look for a crispy top that’s just starting to crack. Firm slightly-browned edges. And when you press on the center, you don’t want it to feel really soft. Don’t stress. You can always throw it back in later. Just know that once it’s cool, it will firm up quite a bit. Also great frozen.)
  6. Remove from the oven and cool completely. Cut into desired portion sizes. Will keep for a few days at room temperature in an airtight container. Or you can freeze them for a few months.


Thanksgiving Recipe: Reverse Apple Pie

Posted by on Nov 22, 2015 in Desserts | One Comment

Reverse Apple Pie from Some Kitchen Stories

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take the baby?”

“Mom, no. I got it. See? This is what the baby carrier is for. She’s perfectly fine. Look, she’s sleeping!” Patty proudly turned to the side, two wooden spoons in hand, and tilted her body toward her mother’s concerned face. In the carrier against her chest, her four month old daughter Lili slept against her chest. “See?” And you thought I couldn’t handle having a baby and throwing together my first, big family Thanksgiving. Ha! Patti thought as she stirred the brussel sprouts in one pan and grabbed an oven mitt to check the lid on the boiling potatoes. In a third, small saucepan, sliced apples were stewing. Patti immediately grabbed a small bowl of cinnamon, took a pinchful and added it to the simmering pot. 

She heard her mother let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. “What?” Patty said. She put her hands to her side and looked around. “What is wrong?”

“Patty,” her mother said calmly. “You are doing a wonderful job. Thanksgiving is going to be delicious. But I really think you should give me the baby for a while.”

“Mother, I told you. I got this. She’s asleep!”

Her mother reached over and nudged Lili’s face over to the side. The other side of the baby’s head, Patty realized with horror, was sprinkled with cinnamon, salt and everything else she’d been grabbing for their meal that morning. “Well,” her mother said. “Worse comes to worse, we can always eat off the baby’s head later.”

Reverse Apple Pie from Some Kitchen Stories

I’ve brought up the idea of Reverse Apple Pie to a few people over the last few weeks and seen some eyes light up. If you’ve got a relative who immediately scours the dessert table, looks over all the gorgeous pie and dessert offerings and asks you if you have any ice cream? This might make their holiday. A slice of creamy vanilla-flecked ice cream pie, a dollop of warm apple pie filling and a drizzle of salty caramel sauce; you still get the magic effect of melting cream and thick fruit compote and a spike of salt, just with a little twist.

Over the next week, I’ll be tweaking this slightly because I’m curious if I can get the same effect using a store-bought pie crust and a layer of melted and then chilled white chocolate between the ice cream and pie. I’ll keep you posted if it works.

Reverse Apple Pie from Some Kitchen Stories

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Thanksgiving Recipes: Reverse Apple Pie

Apple Pie Filling Source: Spend with Pennies | Makes: 1 9″ Pie | Print Recipe

Make in advance: Using a store-bought graham cracker crust and vanilla ice cream makes this come together fast and the ice cream pie can stay frozen in the freezer for 2 weeks. The apple pie filling and salty caramel sauce can be stored in separate jars in the fridge. Just reheat and warm through before serving.


You will need:

Graham Cracker Crust
Vanilla Ice Cream
Salty Caramel Sauce

Make the Apple Pie Topping:

4 Medium apples
3 Tablespoons of water
2 Tablespoons of butter
1 Teaspoon of cinnamon
1/3 Cup of sugar
1 Tablespoon + 1 Teaspoon cornstarch
2 Tablespoons of water


Soften ice cream and spread in graham cracker crust. Freeze at least 4 hours.

Make the apple topping:

  1. Peel, core and slice apples.
  2. Melt butter and cinnamon over medium heat. Stir in apples, sugar & 3 tablespoons water.
  3. Cover and cook stirring occasionally for 4-6 minutes or until very slightly softened.
  4. In a small dish combine cornstarch and water. Add to pan while stirring and continue to cook until apples are soft (not mushy) and filling is thickened. Let bubble 1 minute. Cool.

Serve pie with apple topping and caramel drizzle.

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