I’ve been meaning to make these cookies for a long time, but last week was demanding some serious comfort so I finally got my butt in gear and made it happen. I’ve been circling this recipe from Joanna Gaines’ Magnolia Table like a hawk at a picnic. It has chocolate, oats, AND nuts — so it’s basically emotional support in disc form. Now, full disclosure: I have never been to Waco, Texas (and before becoming obsessed with Magnolia Table on Discovery+, it wasn’t on my must-visit list), so I cannot in good conscience tell you these are a perfect dupe for the real Silo cookies. What I can tell you is that I followed Joanna’s recipe fairly faithfully — except for three tiny detours: I added a little extra flour because… altitude, my old nemesis. I used pecans instead of walnuts because that is what was in the house. I sprinkled them with flaky sea salt because it’s who I am now . You guys. These are so good. Like “do I make another batch immediately and ship them to my mom...

This one has been a long time coming, my friends. Ivy and I talked about doing a Delicious Death cake shoot for a year after we re-read Murder Is Announced together. You know how it goes—you talk about it, you plan it, you pin inspiration photos, and then suddenly twelve months fly by, and you realize you still haven’t baked the cake that’s supposed to be “worth dying for.” I mean, priorities, right? Now, I know most people will tell you that And Then There Were None is Agatha’s best book, and I won’t fight you on that. It’s a masterpiece. But Murder Is Announced ? That one just has my heart. The cozy village, the quirky neighbors, Miss Marple doing her deceptively gentle thing—and, of course, the mention of a “Delicious Death” cake so decadent it makes everyone forget there’s been a murder. I mean, same . So of course I needed to make this cake. A cake worth dying for (metaphorically, of course—no homicidal tendencies here). Now, the one described in the book apparently has so...

  My dad has always claimed that fall is my favorite season because I was born in late September. Cute theory, but I’m convinced it has more to do with the fact that fall baking turns every kitchen into a scented gateway to heaven. Whatever the root cause — birthday bias or butter-and-cinnamon conditioning — fall is my ride-or-die season. If I’m not outside gasping “oooooh, pretty!” at every tree with even one orange leaf on it like a woman seeing foliage for the very first time, I’m in the kitchen melting butter into dough like it’s my personal job. And today’s project? Giant, soft cinnamon rolls smothered in rich cream cheese frosting. The kind you pull apart with two hands, close your eyes, and involuntarily roll them back in your head from happiness. Also: your house will smell like a high-end Scandinavian bakery — and I’m sorry to Bath & Body Works, but no candle is ever touching this level of cozy. (Light those puppies anyway. We deserve layered coziness.) Okay, enou...