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You know those days when you just need a cookie that means it? Not some flat little crisp with a few chocolate chips scattered like afterthoughts. No, ma’am. I’m talking about the kind of cookie you break open with both hands — warm, molten in the center, pockets of melted chocolate oozing out like a dessert lava flow. Well, one rainy afternoon (the kind where your slippers stay on ‘til 3pm), I found myself craving that exact cookie. I wanted thick, I wanted chewy, and I wanted to bite into something that felt like a hug. After a few test …

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. Try our Heavenly Squares: A Bake-Sale Classic Worth Remembering next. 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 …