The church bake sale was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those fancy layered bars with the drizzled chocolate, … Read more

I’m not supposed to play favorites with recipes, but my youngest daughter swore she hated pumpkin bread for six years. Six years. Every fall, when … Read more

There used to be a tiny bakery tucked between a laundromat and a vintage shop in my old neighborhood called “The Gilded Crumb.” They made … Read more

I’d stopped by my neighbor’s place last Tuesday to drop off a tupperware container she’d left at my place after a block party. Nothing fancy, … Read more

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at a bowl of apples that were starting to get that slightly-too-soft feel, when the smell … Read more

I figured a vegetable in quick bread was just a way to use up garden overflow—something you tolerate, not crave. It took about three bites … Read more