My husband had claimed to hate sweet potato casserole for fifteen years. Fifteen years. Every Thanksgiving, every holiday potluck, every time someone brought that marshmallow-topped … Read more
This was supposed to be a batch of spicy ginger molasses cookies—the thin, snappy kind that shatter when you bite into them. I had the … Read more
My neighbor Carol watched me try to wrestle a block of cream cheese out of its foil wrapper one afternoon. I was in a hurry, … Read more
I was standing in the frozen foods aisle of a grocery store last Tuesday when the scent of toasted nuts and butter hit me — … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Thursday, and I was staring into the fridge like it held the secrets to the universe. A massive … Read more
I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last October, fumbling for my keys, when a gust of wind carried the smell of cinnamon … Read more
This was supposed to be hot mulled cider for the grown-ups. I had the orange slices laid out, the cinnamon sticks ready to go, and … Read more
The Thanksgiving potluck at my son’s school was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their grandmother’s legendary stuffing, perfectly … Read more
My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just throw the turkey breast in the slow cooker with some cranberry sauce and call it a day. I … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Gable, wasn’t trying to impress anyone last Christmas Eve. I’d stopped by to drop off a tin of cookies, and the sight … Read more
