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Rich, chocolate cake, vanilla butter cream frosting, and smooth, rich chocolate come together in a beautiful, indulgent Ganache Glazed Chocolate Cake.
One of my favorite lines from Russell and Lillian Hoban’s book, A Baby Sister for Frances, comes at the very end of the story. Frances, a young badger, is in the kitchen with her mother, who is baking a cake. “Oh, yes,” her mother tells her, “you may be sure that there will always be plenty of chocolate cake around here.”…
Pale green minty deliciousness billows up from inside little chocolate cookie crusts. These cupcake-sized grasshopper tartlets make perfect finger food.
We didn’t eat much junk food at my house growing up, but we did indulge in dessert most nights after dinner. Often, we finished our meal with a simple bowl of ice cream, but sometimes my my mom — a master of sweet, indulgent treats — served us something much more exciting….
My daughter Eliza eats like a bird. I mean this literally. Almost without exception, when I ask her what kind of bread to bake, she asks for bread with seeds — Seeded White Bread or White Bread with Sesame Seeds or Multigrain Pumpkin Seed Bread.…
Ice cream cones make perfect edible flower pots for Rose Cake Pops. A dusting of chocolate cookie crumbs over ice cream looks just like dirt.
My daughter Tessa has been asking me to make cake pops for about a year. I’m usually game to experiment in the kitchen, but whenever she brought up the subject of cake pops, I always found some excuse to put her off….
Crisp chocolate crust, rich, thick ganache, sweet butterscotch pudding, and airy whipped cream come together in this indulgent Butterscotch Cream Pie.
A few weeks ago, Tessa looked in the refrigerator and told us that we had too much food. “We shouldn’t go to the store until we eat all of this,” our nearly-five-year-old declared….
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Sweet vanilla pastry complements flavorful berry jam in these simple Heart-Shaped Toaster Pastries.
As I child, I remember begging my mom to buy me Cocoa Puffs and Coca Cola and Twinkies at the grocery store. She never bought them. Not once. Not ever. Telling her that other kids’ moms bought their children such delicacies didn’t help a bit. She never budged.
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