I met Evelyn, a former librarian turned master baker, at a community potluck one chilly November afternoon. We were standing by the dessert table, both...
One rainy Sunday, while visiting my daughter’s family in Asheville, we stayed in all day baking and watching old holiday movies. Her youngest, Ellie, had...
One sunny afternoon, I discovered a dusty box of mini tart shells tucked behind my baking supplies. My granddaughter had stopped by after school, excited...
One crisp autumn morning, I found myself reaching for the pumpkin pie plate stored away after last Thanksgiving, only to discover it missing. My granddaughter...