My friend Jenna took one bite, stopped mid-sentence, and just pointed at the bowl with this look of pure betrayal on her face. Not because … Read more

Third batch in two days, and I finally realized the trick was in how I held my breath while pressing the ghost cutter down. The … Read more

My daughter came home from school one October afternoon, dropped her backpack, and said, “We need to make something with candy corn.” Not a question, … Read more

Late October, and the kitchen counter is littered with the aftermath of a pumpkin carving session—seeds everywhere, that stringy orange pulp stuck under my fingernails, … Read more

The container was empty before I even poured my second cup of coffee. My husband had eaten seven of them standing at the counter, still … Read more

“You’ve got to try my banana bread,” my friend Jen said, shoving a foil-wrapped loaf at me over the fence. “But I added pumpkin.” I … Read more