My neighbor Sarah, who is maybe twelve years old, asked why I couldn’t just add pumpkin puree directly to the snickerdoodle dough instead of messing … Read more

I was at the farmers’ market last October, clutching a sugar pumpkin like it was a winning lottery ticket, when the woman next to me—a … Read more

I was standing in the baking aisle of our local grocery store last Tuesday, staring at a bag of chow mein noodles, when it hit … Read more

Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to drop off a slow cooker she’d lent me, and the smell of warm sugar and … Read more

The neighborhood Halloween block party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate themed desserts — I’d seen the … Read more

There used to be this tiny bakery tucked into a brick alleyway in the French Quarter of New Orleans called La Sorcière Douce. The Sweet … Read more