Sourdough Discard Chocolate Chip Muffins
I still remember the morning the idea struck: I stirred a jar of tangy discard while the fog rolled in, and within minutes I had the dough for Sourdough …
Marlene Quinn
Sourdough Discard Pizza Crust
The first time I folded a pan of bubbling sourdough discard into a pizza base I remember the kitchen smelling like warm toast and sea salt—Sourdough Discard Pizza Crust …
Easy Delightful Lemon Limoncello Italian Tiramisu
I still remember the first time I stirred lemon-scented mascarpone in a small, sunlit kitchen, and that day I called the dessert Easy Delightful Lemon Limoncello Italian Tiramisu without …
Easy and Delicious Oatmeal Coconut Cookies
I still remember the first time I folded shredded coconut into an oatmeal batter on a rain-scented afternoon; I called the recipe Easy and Delicious Oatmeal Coconut Cookies before …
Easy Cilantro Lime Rice For One
I remember the first time I cooked Easy Cilantro Lime Rice For One on a winter evening when the fog sat low over the harbor. I wanted a quick, …
Easy Baked Rigatoni with Ricotta
I still remember the first time I layered ricotta into a bubbling rigatoni bake on a stormy Mendocino evening; the house smelled like garlic and rain, and the oven …
Easy Portobello Mushroom Pizza For One
Part of my favorite kitchen memories began on a damp Mendocino evening when I made an Easy Portobello Mushroom Pizza For One because I needed comfort and nothing fussy. …
Churu Yellow Chicken
I remember the first time I made Churu Yellow Chicken as if my coastal kitchen remembered it too: the fog was low, and the kettle chimed while I browned …
Marry Me Orzo
That spring I remember the fog sitting low over the cove when I first cooked Marry Me Orzo for a certain chilly evening. Marry Me Orzo smelled of garlic …
Spiced Hot Cocoa
The first time I made Spiced Hot Cocoa for a blustery Mendocino afternoon, the house smelled like a thrifted wool blanket and a cinnamon stick that had lived a …
Cardamom Plum Sorbet
When I first spooned Cardamom Plum Sorbet into a chilled coupe, the cold hit my tongue and then the cardamom unfurled like fog lifting over the Mendocino cliffs. I …
