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Dutch Apple Puff

Sunday dinner. Roast beef or roast pork. Baked ham, the layer of fat scored and pricked with clove. Fried chicken some times and mashed potatoes, always. Pickles from the cellar. A vegetable or two, mostly lapping in mushroom soup and topped with cracker crumbs. In summer, sliced tomatoes and fresh lima beans or sweet corn. Do families still gather round big tables after Sunday church, three generations at least, so many aunts and cousins that it’s nearly as certain the meal will end with birthday cake as it will start with grace? Growing up, some weeks Mom cooked Sunday dinner. Mostly though, it’s Sunday suppers that I remember. If it were just the four of us, or five including Gramma who lived in town, Mom would send my sister or me to the basement for the waffle iron. In minutes, we’d sit down to plates of steaming waffles, sugar-crisp on the outside, soft in the middle and topped with fat scoops of vanilla ice cream and a few drops of precious maple syrup. It must be

Fat Rascals

The Recipe: My cousin Laura's rendition of an old-fashioned biscuit from Yorkshire in the north of England, peppered with dried currants. The dough is mixed by hand (so, hey, no mixer required!) and rolls out so easily. At Christmas, I especially like to make Fat Rascals in small star shapes just a bite or two big. But first, let me tell you a story about a boy on my street. Would cookies help, even a little? Mornings, I watch a boy trudge up the street on his way to school. He’s maybe nine. His backpack hangs low, his head bends downward. Delaying the inevitable, he kicks at leaves, a rock, the curb. Afternoons, I watch the same-but-different boy head down the street toward home. His steps are quick, his shoulders thrown back, his face lifts to the sun. Still heavy, the backpack now bounces. School may be hard for this man-in-the-making. Perhaps his classmates tease or the learning comes slowly. But my own wish for the nameless one is that his lively homeward ste

Quick Brown Bread

An old-fashioned molasses quick bread studded with dried fruit and nuts, easy to cut into thin slices and enjoy bite by barely sweet bite. It's not whole-wheat "brown bread" (though it does call for whole wheat flour) and it's not "Boston brown bread" (although is trademarked by a similar healthy dose of molasses). Instead, it's a minimalist loaf definitely worthy of a spot in a recipe repertoire. Egg Free. No Added Fat. No Yeast. No Mixer Required. Just One Bowl. Budget Friendly. Fresh & Flexible. Easily Converted to Vegan.

Naked Peach Cobbler

Peach cobbler so good, the fruit can shine alone, no crust is needed! It's a complete peach cobbler makeover, I call it "Naked" Peach Cobbler – just leave off the buttery-sugary topping to save 200 calories (wow) a serving. It's completely healthy and remains 100% delicious. But for the people who insist peach cobbler isn't actually peach cobbler without something sweet and buttery on top? I've got you covered (pun intended) there too. Better still? It's easy to mix 'n' match, some "no topping" cobblers and some cobblers "with" topping, both at the same time. Everybody's happy! Real Food, Fresh & Seasonal. Just 100 Calories. Very Weight Watchers Friendly. Not just easy, Summer Easy . Budget Friendly. Weeknight Easy, Weekend Special. Not just vegan, Vegan Done Real . Naturally Gluten Free.

Easy Elegant Fruit Tart

A beautiful berry tart, part tart, part cheesecake, easy to make but with an impressive and dramatic appearance. Unlike so many bakery tarts in the U.S., it tastes as good as it looks! Fresh & Summery. Easy to Make, Looks Impressive, Tastes Great.

Cottage Cheese Pancakes

The Recipe: High-protein, low-carb pancakes made from scratch with cottage cheese, whole wheat flour and no added sugar and no added oil. You won't "taste" the protein or "notice" the whole wheat or "miss" the sugar and oil – these taste pancakes are amazing, they just like your favorite pancakes! The Conversation: How a small-town cafe turned my mom, a fabulous home cook, onto Hungry Jack, the pancake mix. But don't worry, it's just a funny story. The recipe I'm sharing is for homemade pancakes. COMPLIMENTS! "... they were fabulous ..." ~ T. Every little town in America has one, a short-order café where locals, truckers and the occasional in-the-know traveler converge for breakfast at 6 a.m., coffee mid-morning with a cookie, a fast lunch at noon, afternoon coffee with a piece-a-pie. Three bucks will cover breakfast, not just coffee for heaven’s sake, and five will get you lunch. The plain-fare food is usual