Cozy Crockpot Apple Cider with Orange and Cloves
My neighbor wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder, honestly—mine had mysteriously vanished after a garage sale—and the smell hit … Read more
My neighbor wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder, honestly—mine had mysteriously vanished after a garage sale—and the smell hit … Read more
The power went out halfway through my annual fall get-together. I was standing there, in my suddenly dark kitchen, holding a bottle of cinnamon whiskey … Read more
I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last November—a Tuesday, I think—when the smell of orange and something warm and floral hit me out … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in late November, and I had a very specific craving for something warm and chocolatey. I didn’t … Read more
I was standing in line at the post office—of all places—when the woman ahead of me started talking about cake. Not just any cake, mind … Read more
My neighbor, a retired baker named Mrs. Kowalski, watched me wrestling a screaming toddler into a snowsuit one December morning. She didn’t say anything at … Read more
My sister claimed she hated pumpkin desserts for a solid decade. Not a subtle dislike, mind you, but a full-blown, dramatic declaration every autumn when … Read more
My neighbor, Beth, asked why I couldn’t just crush the cookies in the bag with a rolling pin instead of dirtying a food processor. I … Read more
There used to be a little farm-to-table spot in Hudson, New York called The Roost that made a stuffed squash that I still dream about. … Read more
The neighborhood fall bake-off was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day creations—you know the kind, with … Read more