“When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore”

Amore, it is. The pizza, I mean. Not the moon. Yesterday was a perfect fall Sunday for a homemade pizza extravaganza and post birthday eat-a-thon in the Wolf household–and so began a collaborative effort which began with my Mum making up her famous bread dough. My sister was in charge of all things thoughtful–rolling outContinue reading ““When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore””

The roots of bread baking…

Birthdays can be such wonderful things; thanks to my latest obsession with bread baking, my sister Nicki-Cha gifted me the brilliantly large New Complete Book of Breads by Bernard Clayton, which I highly recommend for any bread baker who wants whites, ryes, sour doughs, brans, oatmeals, sweet breads, corn breads, and everything in betwixt (neverContinue reading “The roots of bread baking…”

When Loretta Lynn felt like a pie, she told you so…

As Loretta Lynn once so brilliantly noted, “Sometimes it’s like you’re a bit pie settin’ on the table, and everybody runs up to gets their piece of you. When it’s over…the plate’s empty.” And the other night, while hunkering down on the couch to consume more of Loretta Lynn’s (auto)biography The Coal Miner’s Daughter, IContinue reading “When Loretta Lynn felt like a pie, she told you so…”