Living in a big city, I think it’s easy to romanticize another kind of slower, quieter life. I read articles about small town bakers...
The first maple bacon dessert I ever had was a maple bacon donut at Voodoo Doughnuts in Portland, Oregon. One of the only late...
blueberry, apple and caramel slab pie Hi friends, Today is Pi Day! I am silly and didn’t coordinate this month’s pie recipe for my...
My freshman year of college, I remember sitting in the room of a good friend at the time. She was one of the first...
Last October, I dragged Erlend out to Gowanus to pick up a couple slices of pie from Four & Twenty Blackbirds. It was my...
One of my blog resolutions this year (yes, blog resolutions are a real thing, and yes, one of those resolutions was to bake a...
A few months ago, I wrote about moving down to San Francisco and feeling lost. I didn’t know the best places to eat, how...
Every time I make a pie, it feels like a freaking marathon: the constant rolling and re-rolling of the dough, the chilling and re-chilling...
Man, 2015. What happened? You were supposed to be a good year. But looking through the New York Times’ “Year in Pictures” slideshow made...
Every year when my blog’s birthday rolls around, I tend to get a little pensive when I talk about its beginnings. AÂ reflection of things...
When it comes to baking, I’m kind of a perfectionist. I keep all my ingredients in glass jars, using a professional label maker to...
When I first saw these beautiful brown figs at the farmer’s market, I knew I wanted to use them in a dessert. Because they...