Introduction Our neighborhood Halloween party was in four hours, and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate things—a cauldron of bubbling green punch … Read more
The neighborhood cookie swap was in three days and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day projects—you know, the kind with … Read more
It was tucked between a vintage bookstore and a tiny florist on Exchange Street. They made this brown sugar apple cider cake that was so … Read more
Hand me that bowl, my neighbor said, watching me wrestle with a too-stiff batter. I was trying to make a pumpkin cake roll for a … Read more
My sister asked why I couldn’t just pour the caramel sauce over the apples before baking instead of drizzling it on top afterward. I started … Read more
My cousin had sworn off pumpkin desserts for a solid decade. “Too heavy,” she’d say, waving away the slice of pie I offered at Thanksgiving. … Read more
There used to be a tiny café called The Gilded Gourd tucked into a brick alley in downtown Asheville that made the most unforgettable pumpkin … Read more
The church bake sale was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, completely. I was standing in my kitchen at 7 AM in … Read more
Maggie wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place to grab a book I’d lent her months ago, and the smell hit me … Read more
This was supposed to be a pumpkin bread. A simple, reliable, loaf-pan pumpkin bread that I’d made a hundred times before. But somewhere between answering … Read more
