Amelia

I once watched a six-tier wedding cake collapse because no one checked the dowels. But what we salvaged from that...

There’s this little smell—kinda like browned butter kissed with vanilla—that drifts outta my oven every spring. Makes me stop mid-whisk....

It was a last-minute dessert situation—a birthday party, two hours away, and someone forgot the cake. No names, no judgment....

The first time I made pumpkin spice truffles, it was for a friend’s fall wedding. Middle of October, leaves blazing...

So, picture this. You’re walking through the riot of colors, smells, and shouts at a Brazilian carnival. Drums pounding. Feathers...

Ever had a croissant that tasted like Christmas morning smacked into a Parisian bakery? I did once on a freezing...

The first time I bit into a crookie, I honestly dropped the thing. Not because it was bad—oh, no no—because...

Ever bit into something so unexpectedly good it stops you mid-chew? Happened to me with a half-burnt batch of experimental...

I once burned my entire arm trying to rescue a tray of cookies that weren’t worth the scar. Flat, sad,...

Ever bitten into a ripe cherry so glossy it looked lacquered, only to find… custard? Yeah, same. That one time...