Cozy Gingerbread Cookies with Molasses Icing
Sarah wasn’t making a big deal of it. I’d stopped by her place on a gray Tuesday afternoon to pick up a book I’d lent … Read more
Sarah wasn’t making a big deal of it. I’d stopped by her place on a gray Tuesday afternoon to pick up a book I’d lent … Read more
I was supposed to be making a proper chocolate mousse for a dinner party. Like, a real oneโthe kind with egg yolks and heavy cream … Read more
I was supposed to be making a pumpkin pie. That was the plan, anyway. I had the can of pumpkin puree, the evaporated milk, the … Read more
There used to be a tiny bakery tucked between a laundromat and a dusty bookstore in the town where I grew up. They made the … Read more
My neighbor Sarah wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a pie plate the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and this warm, spiced smell … Read more
I was standing in the spice aisle at our local market last Tuesday, staring at a jar of flaky sea salt like it held the … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a Tuesday in late November, and I had a desperate, borderline irrational craving for something that tasted exactly like pecan … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of sugarโa clichรฉ, I know, but my baking stash … Read more
My neighbor Mark asked why I couldn’t just press the pie dough directly into the mini tart pans instead of chilling it first. I started … Read more
This was supposed to be a batch of perfectly piped, intricately decorated sugar cookies for a school bake sale. I had the royal icing measured, … Read more