There used to be a little bakery tucked inside a vintage bookstore on the corner of Elm and 4th that made the most incredible apple … Read more

My neighbor Karen wasn’t trying to impress me. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—a completely mundane Tuesday afternoon errand—and the smell of warm spices … Read more

I wasn’t expecting baking advice from a stranger, but there I was, sitting in the backseat of a yellow cab, listening to him describe exactly … Read more

Introduction This was supposed to be a pumpkin bread. A simple, no-fuss loaf I could slice up for school lunches and call it a win. … Read more

My college roommate, Sarah, asked why I couldn’t just use canned pumpkin puree instead of making my own roasted pumpkin. I started to explain why … Read more

My neighbor, Mrs. Gable, watched me struggling with a whisk that kept splattering batter onto the counter and didn’t say anything at first. Then she … Read more

My neighbor Marco asked why I couldn’t just dump a whole can of pumpkin puree into my standard chocolate chip cookie dough. I started to … Read more

I was standing in the fluorescent-lit aisle of a generic supermarket last November when the scent of canned pumpkin hit me — and suddenly I … Read more