I’m a pastry chef - but I don’t work in restaurants anymore, so you can just call me giver of dessert happiness. I’m also a collector of pressed pennies, a serial eBayer and a sort-of writer. We built a new old English Tudor house here in Lawrence, Kansas, the coolest college town in America, and I started the blog to talk house, but quickly found people would rather stare at food. Who wouldn’t?
If you were to visit, I’d bake chocolate ginger scones and serve you green tea. We’d take my dopey black lab Cleo walking downtown and grab an iced americano - for me, not the dog. You’d hear me gripe at my daughter, gripe equals love, and trade a few sweet barbs with my husband - my lawyerly, quieter and ultimately better half.
Bad habits include asking inappropriate questions, habitually checking e-mail and snacking on butter. On the plus side I make true deep dish pizza, I kiss my dog, I remember birthdays and can carve a turkey.
A Chicago native living in Kansas, I love the Midwest and its piled-plate glory. I’ve been a chef, daughter, mother, writer, wife, entrepreneur and friend, but what I’m best suited for is just plain handing out delicious things. And repeating all the stories that go with them.
contact me: marilyn.naron@gmail.com
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Hi Marilyn! I have a little award for you. Stop by and pick it up.
Marilyn, your website makes me so very happy.
OK Sufi: thank you for those sweet words. We aim to please.
Lovely. I, too, am a Chicago native–if I search this site for your deep dish pie recipe, will I find it??
Hi Paige: shamefully, there’s no deep dish recipe here. Know why? Because in my futile attempts to replicate my beloved Lou Malnati’s, I make it just a tiny bit different each time. Different every time = scribbled scraps of paper, and no clean recipe to show for it. I do, however, have a kind of sedimentary template I work with no matter what, and if I can stop eating mozzarella long enough to photograph the steps, I will. Thanks for coming by!
Marilyn, I was randomly stumbling food blogs when I merrily came across your site! So till about the 2nd or 3rd page in I discovered your from Lawrence (where I am!) What a coincidence. I am going to be starting a food blog within the week and would love to put you on my must read roster! (The Banoffi Pie is a to do tonight, can’t wait). Go KU!
Now you have me scouring your blog for any crumbs I’ve missed. I am a junkie. We collect pressed pennies here at The Greasy Skillet. We even have a little passport where we keep them. We even found pressed penny machines in Europe. My wife and daughter just returned from Disney World with a few new pennies for our collection. Maybe you should do a post on your pennies.
Darling,
I was feeling down and even more downtrodden today. After enduring a week’s worth of rain, the first glimpse of sun peeked out from behind the clouds this morning. However, I still managed to wake up tired, moody, and sad. My boyfriend left on a trip. I had to work. A friend was being a pest. I glanced at foodgawker.com, drinking (or rather, clutching for dear life,) my coffee, when I found your blog.
Needless to say, your blog and your way with words became the highlight of my day. Thank you!
Aw, I love that! Very nice.