There used to be a tiny candy shop tucked between a dry cleaner and a bakery on Main Street in my hometown—the kind of place … Read more

My sister had sworn she hated peanut butter for twenty-three years. Twenty-three years of side-eyeing my PB&Js, of pushing away Thai peanut sauce noodles, of … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a crowded grocery store aisle on a Thursday afternoon, staring at a display of pudding cups and feeling … Read more

Last October, I was at the farmers’ market, clutching a bag of Honeycrisp apples and feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cider … Read more

My husband had claimed to hate pumpkin for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years of pushing away pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, making a face at pumpkin bread … Read more