Category : Desserts

Rainy Sunday afternoons used to feel like a good day to bake cookies or muffins—but after tripping over my daughter’s art projects on the kitchen...

One of my son’s best friend, Zach, was over one Saturday morning—one of those slow, overcast weekends when the whole house feels like it’s wrapped...

Last spring, after a long day helping our neighborhood gardening group tidy up the old flowerbeds by the community park, we all gathered for a...

The last time my daughter brought a friend over after school, I had just finished cleaning the kitchen. Shoes kicked off, backpacks dropped, and within...

The last snow day we had turned our whole house upside down in the coziest way possible. School was canceled, my husband was working from...

It was a chilly Saturday afternoon, and we had just finished raking leaves in the yard. The kids were red-cheeked from running around, and my...

Last fall, I brought a dessert to our neighborhood potluck that nearly caused a line in the living room. It was chilly that evening, and...

One Sunday afternoon, I had the kitchen to myself—no kids asking for snacks, no husband hovering around the coffee maker, just me, my playlist, and...

I had one of those days. You know the kind—where dinner’s done, the kitchen’s a mess, and suddenly, everyone starts hovering, asking if there’s something...

I met Lorna at the back of the church basement on a Saturday morning potluck—plastic tablecloths, folding chairs, and an incredible smell of food wafting...