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Macaroon Brownies

Sometimes I feel like the woman in Chocolat, traveling when the winds tell her to. Most recently, I keep thinking of the air between the mountains in Asheville. The last time I went was over three years ago. My mother had flown in to meet me in Atlanta on Christmas Day after my shift was…

Ruby Chocolate Cloud Cake

An Open Letter to the Woman I Was, Leaving Nashville: You will find yourself omitting coffee early this morning to beat traffic. You will think it is a smart idea to wait until you are outside the city. It is not. Five hours later, you will finally pass a Starbucks. You will go in, and…

Chocolate Fudge Cake

*tw for discussion of depression, suicide I have not really talked about this before, but a number of years ago, I took a road trip. I drove to the house where my father died and I stood outside of it for a long time. I had inherited that house when I was a kid, and…

Leftover Peppermint Bark Brownies

If you know it is good, then let yourself have it. Sign up for the yoga class that costs more money, if it’s the one you want to take. Sleep 12 hours. Have coffee in the afternoon-even if you maybe know yourself better-and enjoy it with nice company. Then, wonder why you’re awake at 4am…

Berry Chocolate Chip Rugelach

I suppose I didn’t want to end on the note, “Smurf vaginas.” And also, I’d never made rugelach before. Admittedly, I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to go. The reviews of this particular recipe were a dichotomy of raves and frustrated failures. I think the only thing I could suggest when you encounter…

Anniversary Espresso Brownie Pie

You know, the best things I’ve encountered are unassuming. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Dirt-colored pie crust crumbling on its way to a plate. I suppose I have seen many things go unplanned in one direction or another since we met. [It’s been a long time.] And I was thinking- perhaps a trip…

Cookies ‘n Cream Cookies

notes on trickery + jack-o-lanterns on oreos: I realized upon waking that I am not the same person. I have lost the parts of me that fit, back then. And I would not describe the loss Ideal, nor would I admit those limbs have not been phantom, but we are different now + i am…