The Friendsgiving brunch was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate quiches, homemade cinnamon rolls from their grandmother’s recipe, … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday, and I had a very specific, almost embarrassing craving. I wanted that cloyingly sweet, waxy, store-bought candy … Read more
I was standing in the dairy aisle of my local grocery store last Tuesday, completely zoned out, when the smell hit me. Not from the … Read more
This was supposed to be a batch of caramel apple hand pies. I had everything laid out on the counter—the pastry dough chilling in the … Read more
I wasn’t expecting baking advice from a plumber, but there I was, standing in my kitchen with a dripping pipe and a half-written grocery list, … Read more
My neighbor, a guy named Leo who I’ve never seen cook anything more complicated than a frozen pizza, asked me why I couldn’t just pour … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and I had an undeniable, almost primal craving for pumpkin pie. The only problem? I … Read more
I was at the mechanic’s shop waiting on an oil change—a Tuesday, I think—when the guy behind the counter started talking about pumpkin French toast. … Read more
There used to be a tiny bakery on Grand Avenue, tucked between a dry cleaner and a vintage shop, that made the most ridiculous Halloween … Read more
I was digging through my glove compartment last Tuesday looking for a lost receipt when a faint smell of cocoa and old peppermint hit me … Read more
