Category : Dessert

A few autumns ago, I was volunteering at our small-town church bazaar, tucked into the basement that always smelled faintly of cinnamon and floor wax....

One rainy afternoon, I was sitting by the window with a cup of tea, watching the drizzle paint silver streaks across our garden. The apple...

Last Thanksgiving, our house was bustling from morning to night. The grandkids were running in and out of the kitchen, their little hands sneaking tastes...

Last New Year’s Eve, I was asked to bring something sweet to my daughter’s house. Everyone else was already covering the usual pies, cakes, and...

Last Mother’s Day, my husband surprised me by gathering our children and grandchildren for an afternoon picnic in the park. He asked me not to...

On Christmas Eve last year, the house was buzzing with the kind of energy only family gatherings bring. My grandkids were sprawled across the living...