My niece asked why I couldn’t just use a store-bought cookie cutter for the cat shape instead of making a template from scratch. I started … Read more

The summer I turned thirty, I threw a Halloween party in July. It was hot, humid, and completely ridiculous, but I had this vision of … Read more

My neighbor, a retired kindergarten teacher named Margie, watched me wrestling with a bag of marshmallows that had somehow turned into a single, rock-hard clump. … Read more

I was elbow-deep in frosting bags last October, surrounded by sprinkles and what I can only describe as a glitter explosion, when the power flickered … Read more

There used to be a tiny French patisserie tucked inside a dusty old bookshop in Portland that made the most perfect meringue ghosts you could … Read more

Hand me that bowl, my neighbor said, not looking up from the cheese she was slicing. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder, and the … Read more