The neighborhood fall bake-off was in three days and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-layered showstoppers—the kind with handmade fondant … Read more
I was in the middle of a truly disastrous attempt at organizing my spice cabinet—don’t ask, it involved turmeric on the ceiling—when my accountant called. … Read more
A neighbor asked why I couldn’t just toss the sourdough discard straight into pumpkin bread instead of fussing with a preferment. I started to explain … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in late October, and I had a very specific craving for something that didn’t exist yet. I … Read more
This was supposed to be a box of mac and cheese. I was staring at it, the powdered cheese packet in one hand, and I … Read more
My dad swore he hated eggplant for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years of pushing it to the side of his plate at family dinners, of making … Read more
The neighborhood block party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten I signed up to bring a “fancy appetizer.” Everyone else would be bringing … Read more
I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last July when a car door slammed shut and the air shifted—suddenly I was hit with … Read more
I’ll never forget the first time I made these pumpkin cream cheese swirl muffins. I was in the middle of a frantic Tuesday morning, trying … Read more
My neighbor, a guy named Dave, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow his leaf blower—mine had given up the ghost mid-yard—and … Read more
