My sister claimed she hated pumpkin desserts for a solid decade. Ten years. She’d scrunch her nose at pumpkin pie every Thanksgiving and push aside … Read more

I was at the farmers market last October, my arms full of bags and my mind already halfway to the kitchen. A woman next to … Read more

There used to be a tiny panadería on a side street in Pátzcuaro—the kind with a faded blue awning and a bell that jangled when … Read more

Marta, the woman who runs the little spice shop on Elm Street, watched me staring at her display of candy canes last November. She didn’t … Read more

My sister had refused to make Christmas cake pops for years. “Too much work, too much sugar, not worth the mess,” she’d say every December … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday in December, and I had this ridiculous craving for gingerbread cheesecake. Not the fancy, springform-pan kind that … Read more