Easy Fall Baked Brie & Cranberry Puff Pastry Bites
My neighbor Clara watched me standing in the produce aisle last October, staring at a bin of cranberries like they held the secrets to the … Read more
My neighbor Clara watched me standing in the produce aisle last October, staring at a bin of cranberries like they held the secrets to the … Read more
I was standing in the frozen foods aisle of the grocery store last Tuesday when a woman walked past me, and I caught it—that sharp, … Read more
My neighbor, Carol, had been a cranberry sauce purist for as long as I’d known her. She claimed to hate anything that “messed with the … Read more
The neighborhood holiday brunch was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate overnight casseroles, perfectly layered quiches, and … Read more
There used to be a tiny café tucked away on a side street in Portland called The Winter Kitchen that made the most beautiful fruit … Read more
This was supposed to be sangria. I had it all planned out—a big glass pitcher, some good red wine I’d been saving, fresh oranges, maybe … Read more
I was elbow-deep in a sink full of dirty wine glasses, scrubbing at a stubborn ring of dried cranberry juice, when the plumber spoke up. … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Gable, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to return her measuring cup—the one I’d borrowed three weeks prior and honestly … Read more
My brother asked why I couldn’t just mix everything in the slow cooker instead of fussing with a separate saucepan. I started to explain why … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a drizzly Tuesday in early November, and I was wrapped in a blanket on the couch, staring at a bag … Read more
The woman at the winter market stall watched me hover near her spices, probably looking as lost as I felt. I’d just moved to the … Read more
My husband had claimed to hate peppermint hot chocolate for our entire marriage. Eight years. Every holiday season, I’d make myself a mug, and he’d … Read more
The office holiday potluck was in 48 hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day preparations—the kind with handmade puff … Read more
My neighbor Gina wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—our fence had lost a battle with a windstorm—and the scent … Read more
I was standing in the dairy aisle last Tuesday, just staring at a carton of eggnog. It wasn’t even the fancy stuff—just the store brand, … Read more
There used to be a tiny coffee shop tucked into a brick building on the corner of Elm and 3rd in my old neighborhood that … Read more
I was supposed to be making a proper Christmas dessert. You know the kind—something that requires a stand mixer, a candy thermometer, and at least … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a random Wednesday, and I had a sudden, undeniable need for something buttery and sweet. Not the kind of craving … Read more
My sister-in-law asked why I couldn’t just throw the M&Ms in before the marshmallows melted. We were standing in her kitchen last December, the counter … Read more
I wasn’t expecting baking advice from my daughter’s second-grade teacher, but there I was, at a school craft fair, elbow-deep in glitter glue, listening to … Read more