Category : Dessert

One of my favorite parts of being a grandmother is baking with my grandchildren when they come over after school. Just last week, my grandson...

One December evening, my granddaughter came bustling into the kitchen with a handful of sprinkles and the biggest smile on her face. She had just...

The kitchen was quiet that morning, just the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint clink of my mixing bowl. I’d been up early,...

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...