My tenant asked why I couldn’t just pour apple cider donut batter into a cake pan instead of fussing with a donut cutter and a … Read more

My sister-in-law had claimed to hate pumpkin for as long as I’d known her. Fifteen years, give or take. She’d make this face—you know the … Read more

I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last Tuesday, staring at a pint of artisanal ice cream that cost more than my lunch for … Read more

Monday morning. The neighborhood fall bake-off was in three hours and I had absolutely nothing to show for it. I mean, I’d signed up weeks … Read more

My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—ours had mysteriously vanished after a garage sale—and the smell hit … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just brown the butter with the pumpkin puree already in it. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work—something … Read more

This was supposed to be a batch of pumpkin banana muffins. I mean, that was the plan. I had the bananas, I had the pumpkin … Read more