Susanna Crossman: Riding the Baking Edge #6

Mister Rogers typically kept his distance, but when he did break quarantine he would strike against racism and other prejudice...

When I was a teenager, my friend Maude would bake Chelsea buns: swirls of sweet dough, studded with jet-back currants, dressed up in melted butter...

It’s my birthday. I’m 68. I feel like pulling up a rocking chair and dispensing advice to the young ‘uns. Here are 68 pithy bits of unsolicited advice...

Five summers ago, I was invited to visit an eccentric acquaintance on a picturesque island off the East Coast. The island was divided into two parts: the shingled, sea-beaten summer homes of the inherited wealthy...

After the death of Florian Schneider-Esleben was announced on Wednesday, one of the most shared video clips on social media...

Until our current quarantine began, the last time I had intentionally watched a TV show was when TV sets had knobs, and TV signals came down into them...

When people like Irrfan depart, the loss feels personal because within the weave of their stories, a part of our unlivable, untethered, ‘un-salvage-able’ is ennobled and uplifted.

The first time I made these biscuits was on a hot Spanish August afternoon, with Aunt Merielle, a tall, red-headed, half-Catalan, tomato grower...

You don’t always—or often—get to hear the whole story in a courtroom. The law is like pouring batter into a mold. The mold is the law but not necessarily the truth.

Last month, global downloads of the apps Zoom, Houseparty and Skype increased more than 100 percent as video conferencing and chats replaced the face-to-face encounters we are all so sorely missing.

Remember restaurants? I do, but dimly: candlelight, cloth napkins, a basket of warm bread. Food delivered in courses

Up until COVID-19 changed everything, I’d been pretty strict in regards to screen time for my sons. They earned video game time...

A diary can serve as a stimulant to feeling. It can remind the author, whether she is writing from prison or the warfront or a sickbed or—blessedly—from the safety and comfort of her own home, that she is alive.

This is the third in a weekly baking series dedicated to Leonora Carrington. This recipe fell into my hands on a day I don’t remember...

Solitude has become a topic of fascination in modern Western societies because we believe it is a lost art – often craved, yet so seldom found...

One of my favorite sentences in twentieth-century fiction is the one that goes: “She was a girl who for a ringing phone would drop exactly nothing.” It’s from J.D. Salinger’s short story...

The collaboration between heartland arena rock bard Bruce Springsteen and punk poet goddess Patti Smith which led to “Because the Night”...

Borges wrote, “I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin...

BoJack Horseman, Netflix by Kelsey May **Spoiler alert** Last night, I finished watching BoJack Horseman, and as much as I wanted to be grateful for the show’s mellow close, I still think BoJack should have died. The ending would have been more impactful and profound had he died, but...

The recipe for this French gâteau au chocolat came scrawled on a damp piece of paper, handed to me, along with a wink, a scowl and a bag of oysters, by Albertine, a sea-captain’s wife...