Perfect German Beer Cheese Pretzel Bites for Oktoberfest
I was standing in the middle of a grocery store aisle last October—the one with the random seasonal display—when a whiff of caraway and warm … Read more
I was standing in the middle of a grocery store aisle last October—the one with the random seasonal display—when a whiff of caraway and warm … Read more
Last October, I was standing in my neighbor Maria’s kitchen, staring at a half-empty can of pumpkin puree and a jar of sourdough discard that … Read more
My brother-in-law Mark claimed he hated soup for fifteen years. Fifteen years. He’d sit at family dinners, push his bowl of minestrone to the side, … Read more
This was supposed to be a simple butternut squash soup. I had the squash roasted, the stock simmering, and I was feeling pretty smug about … Read more
The summer I turned thirty, my air conditioner died during a heatwave. I was sprawled on the couch, fan pointed directly at my face, when … Read more
There used to be a tiny farm-to-table place tucked behind a gas station in upstate New York that made a stuffed acorn squash that I … Read more
My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a can of pumpkin puree—my own Thanksgiving prep was already a disaster … Read more
Hand me that cinnamon stick, my neighbor said, peering into my slow cooker with a skeptical squint. I was attempting my first slow cooker bourbon … Read more
My neighbor swore she hated pumpkin baked goods. For years. Every fall, she’d watch me haul armfuls of squash from the farmer’s market with the … Read more
Hand me that bowl, the one with the chip on the rim. My neighbor, Rosa, didn’t say much else that Tuesday afternoon. She just watched … Read more