1. Sunday Homemade Ice Cream

     

  2. Mark Bittman’s Cookies

    The first eight months I lived in New York City I shared a small apartment with two other women I didn’t know. The kitchen was the smallest I’d ever used. We had a fridge, a microwave, and a stove. We did own an oven, too, but it had stopped working for some reason or another and no one cared enough to deal with getting a new one. It was most likely an unlit burner in the back. Simple. We still did nothing. I discovered our oven predicament one weekend when I tried baking a pizza that then took an hour to cook. That sort of tipped me off on that one. One of my roommates tried getting creative and “baking” on the stovetop, generally just ending in a fiasco. I stopped using ovens after that, even after I’d left the apartment for one with working-condition appliances. I suppose when you can’t use something you learn not to use it at all. It’s been almost two years since I moved into that first apartment and this is the first batch of homemade cookies I’ve made since. Pulling them out of the oven, I felt a sudden urge of pride, like I’d conquered the beastly wild and lived to tell.
    Recipe: Chocolate chip cookies from Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything.

     


  3. Strawberry sorbet

    Have you ever wondered whether seasonal food makes cravings change, or if the weather is to blame. Or maybe it’s a combination of the two? Could they be working in cahoots? It’s the chicken-and-egg quandary of food, apparently. And all I know is these days I’m craving nothing but vegetables and fruit. And ice cream.

    Recipe: Strawberry Sorbet, The Kitchn

     


  4. The semi-before photo. No after photos occurred, sadly.

    Have you ever tried making brownies from scratch? A few days ago I tried making a batch of Mark Bittman’s brownies. It felt like the last time I could take time to bake or cook much before the wedding. Our friends and family have already started coming into town and it doesn’t leave a lot of free time. But the excitement and fun makes up for the downtime, of course.

    So, how did those brownies taste? Well, funny you should ask. As they were cooling I was being an expert at life, and as I shook my salt shaker to salt the pasta water the top popped off, with salt landing all over the counter and the brownies. I tried pretending I could just dust those tiny mounds of salt off, but even faking it they were terrible. Moral of the story: don’t let me use the salt shaker, or at least don’t let me do so near any baked things.