My brother-in-law Mark had claimed to hate pumpkin for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years of wrinkling his nose at pumpkin bread, pushing pumpkin pie around his … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just use less butter and skip the sugar in the topping. I was in the middle of explaining that … Read more

My neighbor Carol wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a pie plate—mine had mysteriously vanished after last Thanksgiving—and the smell of … Read more

I was standing in the baking aisle of our local grocery store last October, staring at a bag of marshmallows, when the smell hit me. … Read more