Dessert Recipes

There used to be a tiny diner off Highway 9 in upstate New York called The Apple Basket that made the most incredible apple cinnamon … Read more

I was elbow-deep in a bag of frozen peas last Tuesday, digging for the one that had escaped its brethren and rolled to the back … Read more

My neighbor wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to return her measuring cup—the one I’d borrowed three weeks ago and kept forgetting to … Read more

I was standing in line at the hardware store, holding a leaky pipe fitting and feeling completely out of my depth, when the woman behind … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple batch of pumpkin muffins. I had the recipe memorized—the one my mom used to make, the one I … Read more

My cousin Leo asked why I couldn’t just dump the caramel bits straight into the cream cheese instead of melting them first in a saucepan. … Read more

I burned the bottom of a pan of chocolate three times before I finally learned how to melt it properly for these no-bake witch hat … Read more

My husband had claimed to hate pumpkin desserts for the better part of a decade. Ten years. Every fall, I’d make pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and I had a very specific vision of a soft, chewy cookie that tasted exactly … Read more

I had been looking for a red velvet cupcake that actually tasted like something more than just sweet red food coloring. For a while, I … Read more

The way the green marshmallow treats hold their shape when you press them down—firm but with just a little spring-back when you poke them—that’s the … Read more

Last October, I found myself standing at the edge of the community garden plot that my neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, had been tending for thirty years. … Read more

I want a Halloween cookie that actually looks like something, not just a sugar cookie with orange sprinkles thrown at it. Something with legs. Something … Read more

The neighborhood pumpkin carving party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to bring dessert. Everyone else would be bringing those … Read more

There used to be a tiny dessert bar tucked behind a vintage bookstore in downtown Portland that made a slice of Biscoff cheesecake so good … Read more

Lena wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday afternoon to drop off a book I’d borrowed, and the … Read more

I was standing in the baking aisle of our local grocery store last October, staring at a row of neon food colorings, when a dusty, … Read more

October had settled in, and the kitchen window was fogged up from the steam of a pot of tea I didn’t even remember making. The … Read more

The plate came back empty. Not just licked clean — empty. My neighbor, a grown woman with zero shame about it, stood at my door … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a random Tuesday in September, and a very specific, almost aggressive craving for something buttery and sweet hit me. I … Read more