Gilding the Lily since 2006
Tea loaf of the week! Lemon-poppyseed buttermilk cake with lemon peel that I candied for holiday baking. I’ll serve it with rhubarb-carrot marmalade at my writers’ group this evening. #ambaking #whenlifegivesyoulemons #cake A post shared by Heather Arndt Anderson (@heatherarndtanderson) on May 25, 2017 at …
Baked a loaf of my favorite chocolate chip-marmalade bread for this rainy spring day. Chocolate and oranges forever. #ambaking #brownisbeautiful #selfcare #rainydaydreamaway . . . . . . #teacake #quickbread #marmalade #chocolatechips #notglutenfree #therapy #foodnetwork #foodandwine #huffposttaste #bareaders #f52grams #food52 #instafood #instagood #thekitchn A post …
Who says a Dutch baby must be a sweet vehicle for jam and syrup? Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that, it’s just a little predictable. With a base so eggy, it may as well be an omelet. Once it’s deflated like some kind …
Today is New Year’s Eve, and instead of planning a healthy regime change in 2012 I am doing the opposite. I say: more bread. More dessert. More DIY sticky-icky. I’m bringing butter and eggs and gluten back. I’m bringing the old bitch back. And if …
I always fiddle with ingredients and dishes, but rarely (I hope) to the point that they are unrecognizable by their forebears. This breakfast is one of those rare failures at respectful fusion: a tender Uzbek obi non; an ancient flatbread baked in a clay tandir — …
The best thing about having a compost heap is not the smug satisfaction of reducing your household waste to a mere 10 gallons a month, or seeing healthy organisms thrive in your soil, or the idea that the nutrient cycle may be so poetically expressed …
Sorry for the dead air for the past…oh, my. It’s been a month. I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire right now (including some projects for print), and this just fell off my radar. But it’s summer! And the garden is full! This …
Dutch babies are a signature dish of one old Portland institution, the Original Pancake House. When you order one, they bring it out all puffed up on the plate, sprinkled with powdered sugar and with a little carousel of toppings: whipped butter, lemon wedges and …
Once upon a childless time, the ache in my back and shoulders was reserved for weekend chores, for accomplishment. It was earned by moving 10 cubic yards of compost and manure, shovelful by endless shovelful. This ache is now ever-present, and I gaze out my …
Spring has indeed sprung, yet I always find myself at this time of year with a certain yen for autumnal things. Pomes and root vegetables; meats cooked to shredded perfection, their connective stuff all pulverized (by time, or pressure) to gelatin. These are good things, …