Category : Dessert

It was one of those quiet Sunday afternoons when the house finally fell still. My husband was reading on the porch, and I found myself...

The evening before Christmas Eve, our kitchen smelled like a dream from Hogsmeade. The tree lights flickered softly in the corner, Bing Crosby hummed in...

The scent of browned butter and caramel has a way of stopping time in my kitchen. It was a quiet, rainy afternoon, the kind that...

A few mornings ago, before the sun crept over the hills, I found myself in the kitchen with a half-empty jar of peanut butter and...

I was sitting on the little balcony of our condo in Maine one breezy afternoon, looking over the ocean and nibbling on one of those...

It was a lazy Sunday morning, the kind where the sunlight spills through the kitchen windows and everything feels slow and golden. I had invited...