There used to be a tiny bakery tucked into a side street in Portland called “The Cozy Bean” that made the most incredible pumpkin spice … Read more

The timer was beeping, the kitchen smelled like burnt butter, and I was pretty sure I’d just ruined our Sunday. This was supposed to be … Read more

My roommate asked why I couldn’t just use a box of cake mix instead of measuring out flour, sugar, and baking powder from scratch. I … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday, and I was wide awake with a specific, almost ridiculous craving. I wanted something that tasted like … Read more

The woman at the community garden stand watched me eyeing her pumpkins. She had about a dozen of them lined up on a folding table, … Read more

My sister swore she hated pumpkin-flavored things for a solid decade. “It’s just spice soup,” she’d say every autumn, wrinkling her nose at my pumpkin … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a hardware store last October—looking for a specific size of paintbrush, of all things—when the smell hit me. … Read more