Little Compton Mornings

“Tragic,” my fellow-cook Anne said. Tragic to us is what I did the other day.   I drove to Little Compton for a ...

On Christmas morning, I always treat myself to a sweet yeasted bread. Back in the day, I used to make stollen, which I love, using a w...

Much as I love my lard, to every item there is its fat , and for cookies (with a few Italian exceptions), that is...

--> Trendsetter that I have always been, my beloved fat of choice for fruit pies is, at long last, maki...

--> I’ve had a lot of change in my life.   Confronted the bad, seized the good, walked away from indifferent and dull....

One of the first gifts from Little Compton farmers markets—namely, Young Farm —that I received when I returned...

--> As I’ve had food-related reason to mention over the eight and half years (!) of this on-again, off-again blog, I was bor...