Chris Nordquist
I can see why many of my friends dislike baking. Baking instruction always seems to begin with a stern admonition that goes something like, “Unlike cooking, baking is serious business requiring great precision. It is gravely important that you follow all instruction to the letter — all improvisation, experimentation and other forms of self-expression will […]
Labor Day has come and gone, it’s breezy and cooler in New York, and they’re predicting rain tomorrow. A quick search of the coat closet for an umbrella to stash in my bag revealed a sad but familiar situation: a little pile of three tacky black folding numbers, complete with ugly chromed plastic doo-dads on […]
An interesting thing about having a child has been the way my own childhood memories have crept back into my consciousness. When my mother was finished frosting a cake, she would use the leftover icing to make graham cracker sandwich cookies, wrapping them in wax paper and putting them in the freezer to be rationed […]
About a week before Julia was born, I set to work on her first room in San Francisco. She was to be born in California, and our plan was to spend a month at our home there before bringing her back to New York. I wanted her first room to be cheerful, bright, whimsical and […]
