Spooky Witch Finger Cookies with Almond Nails: Easy Halloween Treat
I was standing in the checkout line at the hardware store last October—of all places—when the woman in front of me pulled a bag of … Read more
I was standing in the checkout line at the hardware store last October—of all places—when the woman in front of me pulled a bag of … Read more
There used to be a tiny French bistro tucked between a dry cleaner and a vintage shop on the corner of Elm and 4th that … Read more
I was standing in line at the post office—a Tuesday, just before closing time—when the man behind the counter started talking about sweet potatoes. Not … Read more
This was supposed to be a batch of shortbread. I had my butter softened, the flour measured, and the sugar ready to go. My plan … Read more
Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday afternoon to grab a casserole dish I’d left at her … Read more
My niece Mia asked why I couldn’t just pour the jello in layers and let it set in the fridge. I started to explain why … Read more
Honestly, I spent years thinking simmer pots were a bit… much. You know the ones I mean—the overly precious ones with fancy names and ingredients … Read more
The woman at the community garden plot next to mine watched me fumbling with a bag of store-bought decorations one October afternoon. She didn’t say … Read more
It was 11:15 PM on a Wednesday in late October, and I had that specific kind of craving that hits when the air gets cold … Read more
The potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. My phone buzzed with a reminder from my cousin, Jenna, who was hosting her annual … Read more
There used to be a little neighborhood pizzeria on the corner of Maple and 3rd called Tony’s that made the most incredible spinach artichoke dip. … Read more
I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last Tuesday when the cold air hit me—that sharp, damp kind of cold that seeps right … Read more
I wasn’t supposed to be there that long. I’d stopped by my neighbor Maggie’s house on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon to grab a book I’d … Read more
This was supposed to be a slow-simmered mulled wine for a holiday open house. I had the star anise laid out, the good bottle of … Read more
I was at my local hardware store last November, of all places, picking up a new snow shovel, when the cashier—a guy named Dave who … Read more
My niece asked why I couldn’t just use the canned crescent dough straight from the fridge, no rolling, no chilling, no fuss. I started to … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a Tuesday that felt like it had lasted a whole week, and I had a very specific, almost aggressive craving … Read more
My neighbor, a retired baker named Mrs. Kowalski, watched me trying to pipe frosting onto a batch of sad-looking sugar cookies last October. I was … Read more
The neighborhood chili cook-off was in three days and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d signed up for it months ago, back when summer felt … Read more
For years, my friend Jenna claimed she hated mulled wine. The holidays would roll around, and she’d wrinkle her nose at the steaming pot on … Read more