I was trying to make a simple loaf of pumpkin bread. That was the plan, anyway. I had the can of pumpkin open, the spices … Read more

My sister claimed she hated cinnamon rolls for fifteen years. Fifteen years of watching her push past bakery display cases, fifteen years of her wrinkling … Read more

I was standing in the baking aisle of my local grocery store last October, staring at a can of pumpkin puree like it held all … Read more

The neighborhood bake sale was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those gorgeous, towering layer cakes with perfect buttercream … Read more

Last October, I was standing in the baking aisle of my local grocery store, staring at a display of canned pumpkin like it held the … Read more

I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Honestly, I’d stopped by my neighbor’s house on a chilly Tuesday afternoon to return a casserole dish she’d lent … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple loaf of sourdough. You know, the kind you let ferment all day, score with a razor blade, and … Read more

There used to be a tiny bakery tucked between a laundromat and a hardware store on the corner of Elm and 4th that made the … Read more