Lighter Bavarian Pretzel Bites with Tangy Mustard Sauce
The woman at the community garden plot next to mine—her name is Maria—watched me fumbling with a bag of flour one Saturday morning. I was … Read more
The woman at the community garden plot next to mine—her name is Maria—watched me fumbling with a bag of flour one Saturday morning. I was … Read more
My nephew Leo asked why I couldn’t just brown the butter in the microwave. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work—then stopped. I mean, … Read more
Maggie wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder on a random Saturday afternoon, and the smell hit me before I … Read more
I was standing in the middle of the grocery store parking lot last October when the air hit me—that perfect crisp, cool smell of autumn … Read more
There used to be a little speakeasy-style bar tucked behind a laundromat in my neighborhood that made the most incredible apple cider old fashioned. When … Read more
The Oktoberfest potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day German dishes—sauerbraten that had been marinating … Read more
I was standing in line at the DMV—the hottest, most miserable place on earth—when the man behind me started talking about apples. Not just any … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in early October, and I had an aggressive craving for something warm, spiced, and chewy. You know … Read more
My daughter asked why I couldn’t just pour the warm apple cider straight into the cake batter instead of reducing it first. I started to … Read more
This was supposed to be a batch of caramel apple hand pies. I had the dough chilling, the apples diced, and I was feeling pretty … Read more