My Purple Kitchen

I hesitated to post this, given that I've done something similar in the past with strawberry jam . I won't lie and say that these pr...

March always does this to me. The first hint of a warm breeze and I'm overly excited for more permanent warmth. Eventually I will wake ...

"Snore," I thought when I read the September Daring Cooks challenge. Canning. Done it. I don't mean to sound like a snob w...

I've been itching to entertain. Since Josh and I had yet to throw a party at our place, when conversations about Alyssa's birthday ...

The nearly two pounds of leftover strawberries from Andrea's cake were taunting me incessantly from the refrigerator; threatening to tu...

Not Andrea - this is Josh's daughter Alyssa. There's nothing better than the stiff but creamy, grainy but smooth, tangy and sweet...

I'm slacking on replacing my camera, but for the meantime I suppose at least I have my cell phone's camera. The lighting is horrible...

My dear friend Andrea's birthday was fast approaching when she was still deciding how to celebrate. Once she'd settled on a low-key ...