Introduction My neighbor across the hall, an older woman named Clara who always smelled like cinnamon and wore house slippers with little pom-poms on them, … Read more

I had sworn off pumpkin muffins. For years. Every single one I tried was either a soggy, spiced disappointment or a dry, crumbly disc that … Read more

I was digging through the back of my spice cabinet last Tuesday, hunting for allspice I wasn’t even sure I owned, when the smell of … Read more

There used to be a little farm stand on the back road between my town and the next one over, a place called Johnson’s Orchard, … Read more

This was supposed to be a classic vanilla custard ice cream. I had the egg yolks separated, the cream measured, and a whole afternoon blocked … Read more