Desserts

I wasn’t trying to make anything impressive.Just needed the house to smell like I meant to wake up. The blueberries were soft.The butter was cold.And …

I wasn’t planning to bake.I’d already burned the toast. Mae had taken the good spatula. The light outside looked like old newspaper. But the oats …

I didn’t plan to bake.But the blueberries were soft.And something about sour cream in cake feels like a good excuse to remember things you shouldn’t. …

I didn’t want to make cookies.Not really. Not this kind. Not the kind that comes with memory in the sugar. But I found the old …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Bars, and It Felt Like Mae Was Little AgainLeave a Comment on I Tried Martha Stewart’s Lemon Bars, and It …

There’s something about cheesecake that makes you quiet.Not from the sugar, or the weight of it—but from the hush it brings when the fork hits …

The bananas were almost gone. Not in the trash sense—just on the edge. Speckled, soft, the kind you peel with apology.It had been a long …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s New York Cheesecake, and It Made Me Sit StillLeave a Comment on I Tried Martha Stewart’s New York Cheesecake, and It …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s Fudge Recipe, and It Was the Softest Thing That Held TogetherLeave a Comment on I Tried Martha Stewart’s Fudge Recipe, and …

I Tried Martha Stewart’s German Chocolate Cake, and It Sank Like a MemoryLeave a Comment on I Tried Martha Stewart’s German Chocolate Cake, and It …