Category : Cake

Last Thanksgiving, my grandfather showed up at our house holding a small paper bag from the farmers’ market. He handed it to my daughter and...

In that summer, our family reunion took place at my aunt’s old farmhouse, tucked deep in the countryside, where the porch creaked under bare feet...

I never thought a leftover can of peaches from last summer’s canning session would spark a new favorite in my baking routine. I’d been rummaging...

Last Sunday, I decided to take a walk through the neighborhood park. The air smelled faintly of wildflowers and fresh-cut grass, and there was a...

When I was eight, I baked my mom a birthday cake using boxed mix and a whole stick of margarine. It puffed up, collapsed, and...

A few summers back, I stumbled into a small-town farmer’s market while road-tripping through the Pacific Northwest. It was early June, rhubarb season at its...

The rain had started just after breakfast, turning our backyard into a puddled patchwork and canceling every plan my daughter had made for the day....

The week my herb garden got taken over by mint, I accidentally rediscovered my love for lemons. I was making iced tea to use up...

The rain hadn’t let up for hours that Sunday, which meant we had nowhere to be and all the time in the world. My son...