The first post I read on Bon Appetempt (bonappetempt.com) was the essay, 'Serious Food: In the Kitchen with Grandma'. It's a funny, poignant view of the blogger, Los Angeles-based Amelia Morris, a self-described 'control-freak, clean-as-you-go, clutter-phobe', as she learns to bake pizzelle cookies with her polar-opposite, Depression-era grandmother, whose kitchen is cluttered with '92 years' worth of products, ingredients and open-air leftovers'. By day three of the four-day cooking lesson, Morris starts seeing her grandmother in a new light, as 'the person whose fingers aren't arthritic and swollen, so that she can wear her emerald-cut diamond wedding ring and dress in heels ...'; as a woman who used to wear red lipstick and host elegant dinner parties using crystal glass, bone china and individual salt holders.
None of Morris' posts could be called 'succinct', but she is an entertaining writer and the photographs, by her husband Matthew Bookman, look appetising. Her recipe posts include moules a la mariniere; baghali ghatogh (above; lima beans with egg and dill); capellini with chive blossom and creme fraiche; apple-gruyere French toast with red onion; crab cakes; and gilded chocolate cream sandwiches.