Category : Dessert

When my oldest granddaughter came over for a baking afternoon, she asked if we could make “spooky cookies that look like ghosts.” Her eyes lit...

Last Saturday morning, I strolled through our local farmer’s market carrying my favorite old wicker basket. The air was crisp, filled with the smell of...

One chilly October afternoon, I found myself at the kitchen table surrounded by my grandkids, all of them still in their school clothes and eager...

One crisp autumn morning, I found myself rummaging through my pantry while the house was quiet, the aroma of coffee filling the kitchen. My husband...

One late September morning, I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the kitchen window. My husband was still asleep, and the house...

One rainy Saturday morning in early October, I woke up before the sun and tiptoed into the kitchen, careful not to wake my husband. The...