Amelia

The first time I stumbled upon strawberry cheesecake cookie bars was during a summer baking competition in Maine. My opponent’s...

Last night, I caught myself elbow-deep in a jar of hazelnut spread at 2 AM. We’ve all been there, right?...

Last week, I dropped an entire jar of peanut butter on my kitchen floor. Glass everywhere, peanut butter splattered on...

I still remember the Saturday mornings of my childhood, cross-legged on the living room floor, hunting for those little technicolor...

I still remember the first time I encountered a Brownie Batter Puppy at a small bakery tucked away in Portland’s...

The first time I attempted Easter fudge, I was seven years old helping my grandmother in her tiny kitchen with...

The first time I encountered a proper pistachio cream cookie—not those artificially flavored, neon-green atrocities—I was standing in a tiny...

I still remember the first time I attempted cotton candy in my grandmother’s kitchen. The sugar crystalized too quickly, burning...

The first time I encountered jello meringues at a high-end pastry competition in Paris, I stood there, jaw slightly ajar,...

I’ll never forget the year I burned my own birthday cake. Dead serious. Set out to make this elaborate red...