We love food
I was standing in the restaurant kitchen, staring at my third failed batch of the day. The whoopie pies looked perfect—beautiful brown butter and fig cakes sandwiching a rich, fragrant filling dotted with pieces of fig. But something wasn’t right. The filling was too loose, separating from the cakes. Maine natives were going to eat […]
The soup was amazing—rich and comforting, the kind of thing that tastes even better the next day when all the flavors have had time to get to know each other…
I was raised as a musician but never planned to own a restaurant. My mother’s tiny kitchen and my husband’s fifty-year vision taught me that feeding people is one of the purest forms of love.
Simple detox water to start your year fresh…
If you’ve ever wondered what “om nom nom” means or why my food blog is named The Noms, you’re in the right place!…
My Mother’s Shortbread Cookies: A Legacy of Love My mother came from a little fishing village in Nova Scotia, Canada—one of many children in a family where her father cooked on fishing boats and her mother stretched every resource to feed them all. She had to leave school in eighth grade to help support the […]
