It was 9:47 PM on a rainy Thursday in early October, and I had a very specific, almost aggressive craving for something warm, sweet, and … Read more

I had a strict rule about candy corn. I refused to eat it. For years, I maintained this position with the kind of stubborn pride … Read more

I was never the person with perfectly decorated Halloween cookies. Every October, I’d scroll through social media, staring at those flawlessly iced sugar cookies with … Read more

My neighbor Margaret asked me last week why I couldn’t just use maple syrup instead of brown sugar in my cheesecake bars. I started to … Read more

I was standing in the baking aisle last October, staring at a bag of candy corn I had absolutely no intention of buying, when the … Read more

There used to be a tiny bakery tucked between a laundromat and a thrift store on the corner of Elm and 5th that made the … Read more

The school bake sale was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, completely. My daughter had reminded me that morning, and I’d nodded … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and a very specific craving hit me—something warm, spiced, and sweet, but not a full-on dessert. I … Read more

I was cleaning out my aunt’s garage last fall—a dusty, thankless job involving old Christmas ornaments and mouse droppings—when a greasy, spiral-bound cookbook slid off … Read more