I promise I do not deep-fry my feelings — but I do deep-fry apples sometimes, and that’s how these ridiculous little treats happen. They taste like a tiny, […]

Okay, confession time: I make these little explosions of joy whenever I want a dessert that looks fancy but behaves like pajamas. I call them Apple Pie Bombs […]

When I was a kid, my grandma used to make apple pie and biscuits for different reasons — one for Thanksgiving, the other for “I found apples in […]

My grandmother used to fry apple fritters in a loud, crackling cast-iron pan on autumn mornings, and that smell — brown sugar, cinnamon, hot oil, crisped edges — […]

When I was a kid, Saturday mornings meant sneaking into my grandmother’s tiny kitchen while she made apple donuts — that crispy sugar hug I thought only magic […]

When I think of fall, I smell cinnamon and my grandmother’s kitchen — the kind of place where flour dusted the table and everyone claimed “just one more” […]

There’s nothing like the smell of cinnamon and warm apples to turn my kitchen into a hug, and this Apple Crisp Cheesecake does exactly that. I picture foggy […]

I love baking these Apple Cinnamon Roll Cupcakes on slow, gray mornings when the house needs a hug. The warm, spicy smell of **cinnamon** and caramelizing apples fills […]

When I was little, my grandmother and I would spend a misty October morning elbow-deep in bowls of apples, laughing as the kitchen filled with the smell of […]

My grandmother kept a chipped blue mixing bowl that smelled faintly of cinnamon and caramel from decades of baking — and every time she made these apple brownies, […]