It would not be an exaggeration to say that Food52, that catch all for recipes, products, cooking hacks and wonderful food-related essays, has helped get me through the pandemic (really). So I am beyond thrilled to have an essay and recipe (!!) up on the site today.
This one is about the homemade cookbook my sister made me when I graduated from college, the book that helped make me a mother. Somehow *everyone* ended up in this one — my sister, parents, aunts, uncles, friends in Vienna and Brooklyn, which feels especially sweet. I miss them all so, so much.
Is there a chance in hell that I could be more excited to have my first piece up on Epicurious(!)? No fucking way.
It is not an understatement to say that baking kept me from going nuts when my baby was born. And as anyone who’s had my banana bread/chocolate chip cookies/scones/granola thrust upon them–and I do mean thrust–already knows, it still does, and my baby is no longer a baby (sobsobsobsobsob). What is it about baking that is so soothing, so life-affirming, so, well, joyful?
Read on to find out. Then please, please share your favorite recipes with me.