When I was little I remember having olives in a bowl on the table during dinner parties. Those weren’t Greek Kalamata olives with shiny black skins, nor were they Spanish green Manzanillas plump and briny. Vaguely I knew that olives had a pit but I’ve never seen them whole. The olives we had came from…
Recipe Nod: Apple Pie Oatmeal with Maple Candied Pecans
For the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about food blogging a lot, which is not really unusual since I blog about food. However, this time I wasn’t thinking about recipes; I was contemplating the pressure of food blogging. I’ve been trying to post twice a week. Think about it! twice a week for a…
