Flourless Cookies
I still remember the night my little kitchen smelled like roasted peanuts and sugar, and my son pressed a fork into a warm mound of dough and declared it perfect …
I still remember the night my little kitchen smelled like roasted peanuts and sugar, and my son pressed a fork into a warm mound of dough and declared it perfect …
A ribbon of warm steam curls from the loaf pan as I pull it from the oven, and for a moment the kitchen is quiet with the kind of hush …