Perfect Cranberry Brie Bites: Easy 15-Minute Appetizer
It was 11:47 PM on a random Thursday, and I had a very specific craving for something salty, sweet, and melty. I didn’t have the … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Thursday, and I had a very specific craving for something salty, sweet, and melty. I didn’t have the … Read more
The woman at the community garden stand watched me staring at her basket of tiny, perfect sweet potatoes. She didn’t say anything at first. Then … Read more
My roommate asked why I couldn’t just use frozen green beans and microwave them instead of blanching fresh ones for my usual holiday casserole. I … Read more
My brother-in-law Mark had refused to touch sweet potatoes for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years, I mean, that’s a long time to hold a grudge against … Read more
The school bake sale was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Not just a little forgotten — I mean, I’d signed up for “assorted … Read more
I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last October, fumbling for my keys in the rain, when the smell of something warm and … Read more
There used to be a tiny, red-brick café tucked behind a used bookstore in Portland that made a gluten-free stuffing so good, it ruined all … Read more
Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place to borrow a ladder—mine had mysteriously vanished after a neighbor’s yard sale—and the smell … Read more
I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from the woman at the garden nursery, but there I was, elbow-deep in potting soil, listening to her describe exactly … Read more
This was supposed to be a simple cheese plate. I had it all planned out—a classic French brie, some fancy crackers, maybe a few grapes … Read more
I was about to roll out my standard butter crust, the one I’d been making for years, when my sister-in-law, Jen, peered over my shoulder. … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in late October, and I had a ridiculous, unwavering craving for Thanksgiving dressing. Not the kind you … Read more
The checkout clerk at the grocery store watched me wrestling with a bag of oranges that kept splitting open. I was two kids deep in … Read more
The school Halloween party was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. My son reminded me at breakfast, mid-bite of his cereal, milk dribbling down … Read more
My husband claimed to hate candy corn for fifteen years. Fifteen years. Every October, he’d make the same declaration with such conviction you’d think candy … Read more
I was folding laundry last Tuesday—a truly thrilling activity, I know—when the scent of cinnamon and clove drifted in from my neighbor’s apartment. It hit … Read more
Liz wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place last October to drop off a slow cooker I’d borrowed, and the sight hit … Read more
This was supposed to be a fancy layered chocolate mousse. I had the good ramekins out, the expensive dark chocolate, the whole plan. But somewhere … Read more
The summer I turned nine, my mom took me to a tiny Halloween pop-up café downtown — the kind with spiderwebs in the windows and … Read more
I wasn’t expecting baking advice from my accountant, but there I was, standing in his driveway on a crisp October afternoon, watching him wrestle a … Read more