There used to be a tiny café tucked behind a bookstore in Portland, Oregon, called The Spotted Spoon. They made this cranberry orange muffin that … Read more

I was scraping ice off my windshield last Tuesday morning—the kind of wet, heavy snow that makes you question why you live somewhere with four … Read more

I wasn’t expecting baking advice from my accountant, but there I was, hunched over my spreadsheets during tax season, listening to Mr. Henderson describe exactly … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple batch of sugar cookies. I had the butter softening on the counter, the sprinkles ready to go, and … Read more

Last Tuesday, I was standing in my kitchen, staring at a bag of white chocolate chips and wondering what to do with the restless energy … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Thursday, and I had a very specific craving for something salty, sweet, and crunchy all at once. I … Read more

My brother asked why I couldn’t just press the chocolate kiss into the cookie right when it came out of the oven. I started to … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a freezing Tuesday in January, and I was elbow-deep in a bag of powdered sugar, trying to convince myself this … Read more

I was at the hardware store, of all places, trying to find a specific size of washer for a leaky faucet. The guy helping me, … Read more