Moist Spice Cake
The wooden table creaks a little as my son drags a chair close, and the whole kitchen smells like toasted cinnamon and brown sugar. I remember my grandmother standing at …
The wooden table creaks a little as my son drags a chair close, and the whole kitchen smells like toasted cinnamon and brown sugar. I remember my grandmother standing at …
I remember the clatter of plates and the small thud of chopsticks as my kids hurried to the table, following the warm, citrusy steam that rose from the pan. That …
There is a moment in my kitchen I never tire of: the kids clatter plates while the house fills with that warm, cheesy scent that means dinner is almost ready. …
I remember one evening when the rain tapped the windows and my kids were setting mismatched placemats at the table. The pan on the stove sang a soft sizzle and …
The clatter of forks and the small, happy footsteps of kids running to the table are the soundtrack to many of my weeknight dinners. Tonight it is the warm, tomato-spiced …
The clink of silverware on plates, the smell of something savory warming on the stove, and my son whispering, "Is it dinner time yet?"—that is the kind of kitchen afternoon …
The sound of forks tapping a plate, the small rush of feet as my kids set the table, and a warm, sticky sweetness rising from the oven—this is the kind …
The first time I made these Red Velvet Cinnamon Rolls, the house smelled like my grandmother’s kitchen after a snowfall. My kids set the table in a clumsy parade, and …
I can still hear the clink of my kids setting the table while a bright, sticky sauce simmers on the stove, filling the house with that warm citrus smell that …
I can still hear the clink of ceramic plates as my kids bustle around the table while the oven hums in the background. The warm scent of melted cheese and …