I’m trying to remember when I last ate something so good I cursed every bite.

With names as enthralling as their muted hues, these macarons are all you need for l’amour.

It’s 3:50am. I can't sleep so I write. I’ve got a cup of hot green tea to keep me company (and to keep me going), and a Green Tea Crisp cookie to sweeten my reluctant wakefulness.

It’s called a pudding but in truth it’s a cake.

Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocnut, Chocnut.

Her name is Lindy and she’s declared that sugar is her enemy. (!)

It gives me great fulfillment to watch the development of a home baker from struggling novice to assured professional.

Mega in flavor, not size.