My friend Jen asked why I couldn’t just use a mug. A regular, boring, microwave-safe mug. I was mid-lecture about the importance of proper ramekins … Read more

I was cleaning out my spice cabinet last Tuesday—a job I’d been putting off for months—when my neighbor, a retired plumber named Sal, knocked on … Read more

I was standing in the spice aisle of our local grocery store last December, staring at a tiny jar of dried orange peel that cost … Read more

The neighborhood potluck was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day preparations—you know the type. Hand-piped macarons, … Read more

My older brother, Mark, had claimed to hate sugar cookies for thirty-seven years. Three decades and seven years of watching him politely decline every frosted … Read more

There used to be a little bakery tucked between a dry cleaner and a vintage shop on the corner of Elm Street that made the … Read more

I wasn’t expecting baking advice from my accountant, but there I was, sitting in his cluttered office during tax season, watching him sketch a turkey … Read more