My eldest child is old enough now to make his own meals, so one of his favorites—pancakes—has joined our breakfast rotation. He likes to use my mom’s version when he cooks, but whenever he (or his little brother) gets me to do the cooking, I make blueberry pancakes so that they’ll also get a serving
I had my first taste of authentic joloff rice in a West African restaurant many years ago and I’ve been trying to duplicate it ever since. My New Jersey-born mother made what she referred to as “red rice” when I was growing up which was probably an Americanized adaptation, although hers wasn’t quite as flavorful.
Lately, when I’ve been in a cookie-baking mood, my flavor of choice has been peanut butter, since my flourless recipe is just so darn easy to make. But dear hubby just sighs wistfully every time a new batch comes out of the oven, as these are not his favorite. When he flashes those sad puppy
