Author: Beatrice Quinn

I remember standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a batch of sourdough that had turned into a gummy,…

I remember sitting in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a “too good to be true” message from a vendor…

I remember standing in my kitchen years ago, staring at a collapsed soufflé that looked more like a sad, rubbery…

I remember standing in the middle of a bustling farmers’ market last summer, clutching a bag of heirloom tomatoes and…

I remember standing in my professional kitchen years ago, staring at a beautifully laminated dough that had completely collapsed because…

I remember standing in my kitchen years ago, staring at a recipe that called for “a pinch of salt” and…

In the middle of a sweltering July afternoon, I found myself elbow‑deep in a half‑filled 55‑gallon drum, sweat beading on…

As a pastry instructor, I’ve always been fascinated by the art of Making a Charcuterie Board. It’s a task that…

I still remember my early days as a pastry instructor, watching students struggle with the concept of how to proof…

I still remember the first time I encountered what is cornstarch and how to use it in baking in my…