I can’t think of anything more stereotypically magical and witchy than stirring together a bunch of ingredients, adding heat, walking away, and coming back to find a completely new structurally and texturally transformed delight that you can eat while daring to see if you’ve got it in you to finish watching Marianne on Netflix.

It’s officially the time of year when comfort and coziness are the only thing on my mind.

The actual coffee added to the batter amplifies the mocha flavor and elevates this cake from “good” to exceptional, so please for the love of cocoa do not skip it.

This bread reminds me of everything I love about fall.

I can’t think of a seasonal summer fruit that would star better in a caramelized honey flavored cake than sweet-tart plums that soften in the oven and become deep, silky, jammy wells of flavor.

A playful and delicious journey that I hope you’ll be taking very soon.

I wanna eat this on a lake at sunset or literally every hot summer morning for breakfast.

It’s the kind of dessert that’s best eaten with closed eyes and long slow pulls on the spoon as it leaves your lips, making sure you get every bit of chocolate off before taking your next bite.

If you’re fan of spicy margaritas I’m pretty sure you’ll love these popsicles.

Of course as a black queer woman making lemonade from the sour fruits in life is a highly curated skill of mine…