I can still remember the first time I made coconut macaroons. It was during a gray, rainy afternoon in early …
Plates With Clara
Plates With Clara
I can still remember the first time I made coconut macaroons. It was during a gray, rainy afternoon in early …
There’s something undeniably nostalgic about the smell of toasted marshmallows and melting chocolate. It takes me straight back to childhood …
It started with a school fundraiser. I’d signed up for “baked goods,” thinking I’d make a tray of brownies or …
When I was little, my grandmother had a way of making you feel special just by handing you a warm …
It was the summer my youngest daughter came home from college with a backpack full of dirty laundry and stories …
The first time I made caramel cake, it was for my grandmother’s 82nd birthday. I wanted to bring something special—something …
It was a Wednesday evening in late August—the kind where the sunlight stretches out longer than it should, and the …
The first time I had strawberry pretzel salad, I was suspicious. It was at a church potluck on a humid …
If there’s one dessert that’s followed me through every season of life, it’s banana pudding. My mother made it every …
There’s a memory I come back to every time I make chicken fajitas. It was a Tuesday evening—nothing fancy about …