Little known fact about me: I love chocolate. Okay, that might have been obvious by now if you are a frequent visitor of my little part of these here interwebs, but seriously, I live for chocolate. I’m not even in the slightest bit embarrassed about admitting to the fact that I probably eat chocolate almost every day. Most of the time, it’s just a small square, or a few chocolate chips, but I have a hard time going a full day without my much needed chocolate fix. Continue reading
I have fond memories as a child picking berries on the beautiful farms near my childhood home in Bucks County Pennsylvania. Living in NYC, I have to swap the green pastures for the crowded Union Square farmers market on Saturday mornings, but we all must make our sacrifices. This weekend, however, I had the pleasure of strawberry picking with my Dad at Manoff’s farm in Solebury, PA. Although we were told the hay fields had been mostly picked clean, we were able to cultivate a heaping flat of delicious, sweet red berries.
What could you do with so many strawberries, you may ask? And I’d have a thousand answers: strawberry rhubarb pie, strawberry shortcake, strawberries and cream, the list could go on. However, we had one recipe in mind, and one recipe only: my mom’s homemade strawberry jam. Continue reading