I was at the community garden last fall, elbow-deep in soil and trying not to squash the basil seedlings, when I heard a soft laugh … Read more

The neighborhood Halloween block party was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I remembered it was happening—the flyers had been on my … Read more

I was standing in the middle of the baking aisle at our local grocery store last October when the smell hit me—that warm, dusty, slightly … Read more

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