It started on one of those wet, leaf-stuck-to-the-sidewalk kind of afternoons—early October, maybe ten years back—when the house felt just a little too quiet. My youngest had finally started preschool, and I found myself with a few slow hours and…
I can still remember the first time I made apple cider from scratch. It was one of those crisp autumn afternoons when the air smelled faintly of wood smoke, and I had a basket of apples sitting on the counter,…
There are a handful of recipes in my life that feel like comfort stitched into flour and sugar, and apple bread is one of them. My love for this loaf started when I was a young mother with more apples…
I’ll never forget the first time I tried a pumpkin spice latte. It wasn’t in a fancy café, but in my own small kitchen one brisk October morning. I had been determined to recreate that warm, spicy, comforting flavor I’d…
There are a handful of recipes that follow me through the seasons of my life, and this apple cake is one of them. I first baked it on a chilly October afternoon when my children were small and restless from…
The first caramel apple I ever made was a disaster. I was sixteen, armed with a bag of shiny Granny Smiths, a pack of store-bought caramels, and the kind of confidence only a teenager can have. I melted the candies…
When I think of autumn mornings, I think of pumpkin pancakes. I didn’t always, though. For years, pancakes in my kitchen were the plain kind—flour, eggs, milk, a drizzle of syrup on top. Comforting, yes, but never something I craved.…
The first time I made pumpkin chocolate chip muffins, it wasn’t because I had a plan—it was because I had a half-empty can of pumpkin puree sitting in the fridge and I couldn’t stand to waste it. I had just…
The smell of apple cinnamon bread will always remind me of a particular autumn years ago, when my children were still small enough to leave fingerprints on every window. I had gone apple picking with them on a crisp October…
I can still remember the first time I baked this pumpkin coffee cake—it was a rainy October afternoon, and I was supposed to be prepping for a family dinner. Instead, I found myself staring at a half-used can of pumpkin…