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My Aunt Lorraine used to pull these little round loaves out of tin cans every time we visited her in Connecticut — I want to say it was around Thanksgiving, or maybe it was Christmas, . Memory’s funny that way. I was probably nine or ten, standing in her kitchen that always smelled like wood smoke and something sweet, watching her slide a knife around the inside of a can and just… pop this dark, dense little loaf out onto the counter like it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn’t think much of it back then. …

If you’re looking for an over-the-top dessert that’s packed with indulgent flavors and couldn’t be much easier to make, you’ve come to the right place. This Earthquake Cake is named for the way it cracks, craters, and swirls in the oven — and it’s the kind of beautiful, chaotic thing that requires zero frosting, zero decorating, and less than ten minutes to get into the pan. Can’t beat that for a dessert this good. Why You’ll Love This Recipe It’s ready in under 10 minutes of prep. Layer, mix, swirl, bake. That’s genuinely it. No frosting, no decorating. The cracks …

My grandmother made rice pudding the way most grandmothers around here did — slowly, on a back burner, stirring it whenever she walked past. No recipe written down anywhere that I ever found. Just rice, milk, sugar, and whatever vanilla she had. I’ve been making some version of it since my kids were small, maybe 1998 or 1999, back when dessert had to come from what was already in the pantry. Turns out that’s not a bad constraint to cook under. This is about as stripped-down as it gets. Four ingredients, one saucepan, and twenty-some minutes of occasional stirring while …

My grandmother kept a fruitcake in a tin on top of her refrigerator for approximately fifteen years. I’m not exaggerating – fifteen years. She’d pull it down every Christmas, slice off a piece, soak it in brandy, and put it back. The thing was basically indestructible. When she passed away, my aunt threw it out and we all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For years after that, I wouldn’t touch fruitcake with a ten-foot pole. Then one December, my friend Maya brought something to our cookie swap that she called fruitcake, and I politely tried to decline. She laughed …