The dome. That perfect, slightly crackled dome that rises just above the rim of the paper liner—that’s what I’m after every single time I make … Read more

For the longest time, I just accepted that pumpkin bread and banana bread were two separate things. You had your fall pumpkin loaf with all … Read more

My neighbor Sarah texted me a photo of a half-eaten cookie on a napkin with the caption, “These are gone. Send more.” That was three … Read more

The cinnamon sugar was already on the counter. My daughter had been asking for donuts all week, but I wasn’t about to pull out the … Read more

My brain is doing that thing again. It’s mid-October, the kitchen counter has a can of pumpkin puree staring at me from the pantry, and … Read more

Third time this week I’d made it, and the streusel still wasn’t right. Too wet, then too dry, then too clumpy in a way that … Read more

My mother-in-law handed me a plate with one slice of pumpkin roll on it. “Just try it,” she said, almost apologetically. I took a bite, … Read more

I figured a cookie couldn’t be both soft and snickerdoodle at the same time. The classic snickerdoodle has that signature tang from cream of tartar … Read more

October had finally stopped pretending to be September. The rain was drumming a steady, insistent rhythm against the kitchen window, and the whole house had … Read more