There used to be a tiny bakery tucked behind a bookstore in Portland, Oregon, that made the most incredible pumpkin chocolate chip cookies I had … Read more

My neighbor wasn’t making a big deal of it. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder on a drizzly October afternoon, and the smell hit … Read more

I was standing in the checkout line at Aldi last Tuesday when the woman behind me unloaded her cart—three cans of pumpkin puree, a bag … Read more

The neighborhood fall block party was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate pies from scratch, intricate caramel apple … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just dump everything in one bowl and call it a day. I was mid-lecture about the proper order of … Read more

I was standing in the checkout line at the hardware store—of all places—when the woman behind me started talking about cookies. Not just any cookies, … Read more