I offer you a festive little beverage that can be enjoyed by the adults, but is easily adapted for the kiddos, too. For the younger set, we call this sparkling pomegranate orange punch. For the over 21 crowd, we add vodka and call these pomegranate orange Moscow mules.
I’m a fan of the underdog. I love to see the least likely succeed, the marginalized find a voice, and the outcast find a place to belong. While this may sound like political commentary, or perhaps a way to decide which team to root for at football games, I assure you, today we are talking about cauliflower.
The carved pumpkins are gone, the Halloween costumes are put away, the candy is stashed for mom-supervised rationing. This year was the best Halloween yet because my 11-year-old son had the brilliant idea that he would dress up as a hot dog and my partner and I would be ketchup and mustard.
I have been making this cake for years and it has never let me down. It’s tender and moist, with rich chocolate flavor, bolstered by freshly brewed coffee in the batter. I have never once had trouble getting the layers out of the pans or assembling this cake. The frosting is excellent, a beautiful milk chocolate color, and not too sweet.
When I get home from working in the kitchen, I’m eager to wash off the food smells and get off my feet. And then the last thing I want to do is cook. I crave something simple and low-maintenance with a little bit of comfort thrown in.
As we experienced our first light snowfall of the year this week, I find myself not even remotely prepared to let go of fall. In Alaska, it’s so impossibly brief, particularly for my love of fall food. Fall flavors are my favorite flavors of the year.
For years I have searched for the ideal peanut butter blondie recipe. After many failed attempts, I had given up trying, thinking that the peanut butter blondies I was envisioning in my head were impossible to achieve.
In an ode to September and fall colors, I’ve made some of Bobby Flay’s sautéed cider apples from his cookbook “Brunch at Bobby’s.” Tart Granny Smith apples, simmered in apple cider spiced with cinnamon sticks, until they are tender and glazed in a syrupy, buttery sauce.
A few weekends ago, my girlfriend and I went to flip for Reds with friends along the banks of the Kenai River. It was a rainy, grey evening, and along the edge of the water everywhere I could spot wild raspberries peeking through the bushes.