Dear Mr. Sifton

Dear Mr. Sifton, Your story about clam chowder pizza “American Pie”  that appeared in this week’s New York Times Magazine has the calming cadence of an anxious heart beginning to catch its breath. It is tender, vulnerable and honest; an offering to those who are perhaps confused and hurt by our country’s current state of… Continue reading Dear Mr. Sifton

Orange-Scented Molasses Cookies

There is an ice storm passing through and every shape outside from earth to sky–only grey–a heavy, wet, chilling shade of grey. Every once in awhile, a neighbor burdened with the task of catching the downtown bus, walks cautiously past my kitchen window, skidding, catching himself at the last minute. I’m so lucky that I… Continue reading Orange-Scented Molasses Cookies

Roasted Butternut Squash soup with pear, ginger & jalapeño

The first time I made this soup it was Fall 2008 but chances are pretty good that it was several years before that when I clipped the recipe from Country Living magazine.  This soup reminds me of long days in our first home with a baby or two. Of stroller walks on colorful tree-lined streets to… Continue reading Roasted Butternut Squash soup with pear, ginger & jalapeño

Sunday’s Caramel Tart

This morning I’m up at 5 to see the husband and Auggie off on a long drive north for a day of championship mountain bike racing. As soon as I hear the truck pull out of the driveway, I pour a cup of coffee and take the caramel tart I made yesterday out of the… Continue reading Sunday’s Caramel Tart


Last month I announced on Facebook that I was hoping to gather interested friends to have lunch with me at a newly located restaurant in Madison.  I made a reservation for five and in no time I had received confirmation from four individuals allowing me to easily fulfill the reservation. Ruth Reichl, the award-winning author,… Continue reading #MadLunchSquad

18 October 2016

Every day I begin again, in the darkness of morning, I peel back the covers, plant my sleepy feet on the floor and slowly stand up. I stretch my toes along the carpet feeling for my slippers and make my way to the back of my bedroom door, take down the soft gray robe from… Continue reading 18 October 2016

14 October 2016–The women in my kitchen

Much like the kitchen I grew up in, my Wisconsin kitchen is small. My mise en place (calling it this makes me feel better about the lack of counter space) is to the right of an electric stove–my first one, not including the coil-topped monsters we burned chocolate chip cookies in throughout Junior High School… Continue reading 14 October 2016–The women in my kitchen