I was at the farmers’ market last July, elbow-deep in a bin of peaches, trying to figure out which ones were actually ripe without squeezing … Read more

The neighborhood potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their signature dishes—you know the ones, the kind that … Read more

There used to be a tiny bakery tucked between a laundromat and a dusty antique shop on Main Street in my old neighborhood that made … Read more

Introduction I swore I didn’t like strawberry shortcake. For years. The soggy biscuit, the syrupy-sweet strawberries, the whole thing felt like a dessert that was … Read more

Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday to pick up a book I’d lent her months ago, … Read more

The neighborhood block party was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those Pinterest-perfect desserts—you know the ones, with the … Read more

I was at a rest stop somewhere outside of Bakersfield last spring, half-heartedly staring into a vending machine that offered nothing but stale pretzels and … Read more