Makersville, Connecticut
Pull up a chair.There's always plenty.
I'm Bonnie. I cook in a yellow kitchen and I make far too much of everything — so come hungry. Every recipe here is real, tested in my own oven, and meant to be shared.
I'm Bonnie. I cook in a yellow kitchen and I make far too much of everything — so come hungry. Every recipe here is real, tested in my own oven, and meant to be shared.
A few to start you off. The kind that fill a kitchen and disappear before they cool.
Serves 6, or one person six times — which is how it usually goes around here.
No pectin, no fuss. Just strawberries, sugar, and a squeeze of lemon.
Cold butter, a light hand, and don't twist the cutter. Gone before they cool.
There's always a place set, and always room for one more.
the one rule
Nobody leaves my door empty.
I never learned to cook for one, so I make enough for the whole table — and there's always somebody glad to carry a plate home.
There's a story behind most everything in this kitchen: the neighbors who pull up a chair, Harold's garden out back, his mother's splattered index cards. I'll tell you those too, if you let me. I do go on.
Sign up and I'll send you a recipe that didn't make it into the book — one that's just between us. After that, a note from my kitchen every couple of weeks: what's in season, what's in the oven, and whatever's on my mind.
— and it's free, of course.
A Recipe, Just Between Us
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