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Some recipes sneak into your life and become little traditions without warning. This one did just that. I made it one lazy Sunday when it was too chilly to feel like spring but too late in the day to start anything complicated. I had half a can of pineapple sitting in the fridge (you know how those random cans hang around forever), a box of yellow cake mix in the pantry, and a serious craving for something sweet but warm and cozy. I didn’t want to bake-bake, and I sure didn’t want to frost anything. I just wanted something spoonable, …

It was 91 degrees outside, the air was thick enough to spoon, and I was hosting bunco night. I had zero interest in baking—but I still wanted to put something sweet on the table. Something cool, creamy, just a little fancy, but not fussy. And then it came to me, like a lightbulb flickering on inside the fridge: Lemon Refrigerator Cake. Y’all, this one’s been in my back pocket for years. My mom used to bring it to church potlucks, and someone always asked for the recipe. It’s one of those desserts that looks like you tried… when you absolutely …

You know those recipes that aren’t showy or complicated, but people always ask for the recipe after one bite? This is one of those. I first made this lemon butter cake on a random Tuesday when the weather couldn’t decide if it was spring or still dragging its winter boots around. I had a couple of lemons on the edge of “use me now” territory, and a box of cake mix that had been loitering in the pantry for… let’s just say, a while. What came out of the oven was this buttery, tangy, creamy thing that somehow tasted like …

You know how some desserts just feel like a hug? That’s this cake. Italian Love Cake has been floating around for decades — I first had it at my neighbor Teresa’s kitchen table back in the early ’90s. She served it with coffee after Sunday dinner, and I swear, nobody talked for a good minute. Just forks clinking and little sighs of joy. It’s got this magical thing going on where the layers flip as it bakes. You pour the chocolate cake batter in, then the ricotta cheese mixture — and somehow, mid-oven, they trade places. Like a little love …

Okay. So, I wasn’t planning to bake a cake last Tuesday. I’d just finished lunch, the kitchen was still a mess, and there was laundry screaming at me from two rooms over. But I’d been staring at this little bag of shelled pistachios I bought “for snacking” (yeah right), and something in me whispered… cake. Not a frosted, layered, birthday-type cake. No piping bags. No sprinkles. Just something soft and nutty that makes your kitchen smell like you tried—without actually trying that hard. Enter this Pistachio Caprese Cake. I’d seen something like it once in a cookbook I can’t remember …

A few weeks ago, I had one of those half-full bags of Hawaiian rolls on the counter. You know the kind — slightly squished, a few lonely ones clinging to the edge of the plastic tray. I was this close to tossing them (guilt included), but something in me whispered, “Don’t do it. Turn them into something good.” Well, sweet Lord, did I ever. What came out of that oven was like bread pudding and cinnamon rolls had a baby, and that baby was golden, soft in the middle, and had just the right crisp along the edges. My husband …

So, last week I had this tub of Greek yogurt staring at me every time I opened the fridge. You know the one—you bought it with good intentions (smoothies? breakfast parfaits?) but then life got busy, and suddenly it’s three days from its “eh, maybe toss it” date. Anyway, I remembered this simple little yogurt cake I’d made ages ago from a French cookbook that’s permanently crusted with flour and butter fingerprints. It’s not showy. It’s not iced with twelve layers or topped with candied orange peel or anything like that. But it’s good. Like, sneak-a-slice-before-coffee-is-done good. And it’s the …

This cake is not trying to win awards. It’s not on the cover of Bon Appétit. It’s not layered with handmade curd or topped with spun sugar or anything wild like that. What it is, though? Comforting. Cold. Creamy. Sweet in all the right ways. And easy. So easy it should be illegal. My sister calls it “That Fluffy Strawberry Thing,” and I think that’s perfect. It’s the dessert you whip together the night before the church picnic or baby shower. You pull it out of the fridge and it’s already got that soft, cool, dreamy thing going on—like it’s …

Some secrets are meant to stay hidden — like the time I accidentally switched sugar for salt in my Thanksgiving pie and smiled through it like a champ. Others, though? They’re too good to keep. This cake? Oh honey, this is that kind of secret. Deep, dark, rich, and mysterious in all the best ways — and yes, it involves boxed cake mix, a splash of dark rum, and an unapologetic drizzle of ganache. It’s the kind of cake you bring to a potluck and walk out 30 minutes later with zero leftovers and three recipe requests tucked in your …

You ever come across a recipe so simple you have to read it twice just to believe it? That’s how I felt the first time I heard about Cuppa Cuppa Cake. Now, I can’t take credit for this one — that goes to generations of Southern mamas and aunties who figured out long ago that dessert didn’t have to be complicated to be outrageously good. And yes, if the name sounds familiar, it’s because Truvy from Steel Magnolias made it famous with that iconic line: “It’s a cuppa flour, a cuppa sugar, and a cuppa fruit cocktail with the juice. …