None of us remember our first birthday cake. It was likely your mother who, in the midst of the joy, chaos and emotion of a first birthday, set aside the time to remember to soften the butter, bring the eggs to room temperature, preheat the oven, and perform the ritual of her baby’s first cake. … Continue reading Today, I bake her a cake.
I spent this sultry summer afternoon with my friend Jenn and our babies in her kitchen, baking. Well, she did most of the work while I spotted the kids. I had fresh eggs and rhubarb and she had brand new tart pans. The obvious choice was rhubarb tart with custard. It was hot and the pastry … Continue reading Two Tarts