The summer I turned thirty, I found myself standing in line at a tiny, bustling farmer’s market on a sticky Saturday morning. Honestly, I wasn’t … Read more
Introduction “The neighborhood bake sale was in less than two hours and I had absolutely no dessert ready. Everyone else was planning these multi-day projects … Read more
“Hand me that bowl,” my next-door neighbor called from her kitchen, the afternoon sun casting a lazy glow over her cluttered counter. I wasn’t there … Read more
My neighbor, Lisa, swore she hated peanut butter cookies. For years—like, seriously, years—she’d politely decline whenever I offered one of my homemade batches. Then one … Read more
“Why can’t you just toss the zucchini in grated instead of shredding it finely?” my friend asked as I was meticulously prepping ingredients for this … Read more
The summer I turned twenty-seven, I was walking through the uneven aisles of the local farmer’s market when the sharp, sweet scent of fresh blueberries … Read more
Introduction The neighborhood book club was in less than two hours and I’d completely blanked on bringing a dessert. Everyone else was showing up with … Read more
It was 11:17 PM on a sluggish Tuesday, and I was hit with this wild craving for something tangy and sweet, but not too heavy … Read more
Last summer, I was fumbling around with some leftover cream cheese and a bag of wild huckleberries that a vendor at the Saturday market had … Read more
This was supposed to be just a simple vanilla cheesecake. I had my mind set on a classic dessert for the Fourth of July potluck, … Read more
