Hillary Danaher

“Baking the Alphabet” started a couple of months ago for me. It wouldn’t necessarily seem like it, seeing that I am only on “C.” But it has to be the perfect recipe, you see. And it has to be in alphabetical order. Meaning this: the ebelskivers I made in March cannot count towards “E.” That… Continue reading C is for Cake

In the aftermath of last weekend's Tart Challenge (fabulous but INCREDIBLY labor intensive), I decided to finally begin my ABC Baking Expedition. Unfortunately, I didn't come up with this idea until after I'd toiled over the Babka. Soo...that one can't count for my "B." Because in my linear world...an alphabet baking challenge begins with "A"… Continue reading Simplicity and Rum

Battling Babkas Across the street in Wynnford Park Kitchen this morning, the sun was shining on the newly fallen snow outside the window. It was, at its onset, a peaceful Saturday morning with no pressing engagements hustling things along unnecessarily. The television played in the background, undoubtably an old episode of the Great British Baking… Continue reading The Babka Bake Off

Beyond Monet The holidays were amazing. Family. Laughter. A little stress here and there (what’s a family gathering without it?). Beautiful gifts. Board games. And the FOOD…oh my gosh, the food was amazing! Gingerbread houses, skillet breakfasts, surf and turf, a chocolate reveal at midnight on NYE. I will say that I overestimated how much… Continue reading Finding Peace in Solitude

When I was a kid, the very name of it made me cringe. Carrots in cake? No thanks. I took my carrots with a jar of peanut butter like any other respectable 8-year-old. It was like...cake for grown-ups or something. Which was reason enough to want to remain a child for all of eternity, to… Continue reading Carrot Cake 2.0