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Ancient grains can give sweet treats a healthy boost

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Do the words “einkorn” and “spelt” leave you befuddled? I see you scratching your head. How about barley? Yes! I see a glimmer of recognition in your eyes—it’s that delicious grain in hearty winter soups   —an old friend. If you’ve ever cooked with barley, you know how easy it is to prepare. It also happens to be categorized as an ancient grain. If you’re a chronic cake baker, a cookie monster or a chocolate addict feeling the guilt of too many sweets, it’s time that you became acquainted with these increasingly popular foods. These grains are making a comeback and are more accessible than ever before. The best part is a new cookbook that covers decadent whole-grain brownies, cakes, cookies,…

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The Swedish Christmas Table dishes up tradition with a retro twist

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I confess that I unabashedly love the holiday season. The first gingerbread latte, the sight of twinkling lights on a tree, and the first sight of a holiday-themed book are enough to brighten my mood. And the food! I love how, at holiday time, we make an extra effort to create memorable and delicious dishes and treats, both traditional favorites we wouldn’t dare leave out (“Where are the crescent rolls?”), and new discoveries destined to become a holiday table staple. I love the promise of a new holiday cookbook, especially when it can be used as a one-stop planner. The Swedish Christmas Table (Skyhorse Publishing) by self-confessed “Christmas nerds” Jens Linder and Johanna Westman is exactly that, and a fun…

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Eileen Goudge shares a cookie swapper’s basic recipe — no BS, no wheat germ.

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Show me a cookie, I’ll tell you a story. They say taste is the sense with the longest memory. It must be true because my most memorable moments growing up involve food. Baked goods, in particular. With six kids, my mom always had a full cookie jar. With five daughters, she had a full kitchen. On Saturdays my sisters and I would each choose a different cookie recipe, then get out the bowls and measuring cups and tie on our aprons. Mom had only one rule: We had to clean up after. Mine was this: Cross the line and get shot. I was the Berlin Wall of baking. Nobody messed with my cookies. Ah, sweet memories. There was the time…

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