It was early summer, and I spotted rhubarb at the farmer’s market. Bright red, tart, and totally nostalgic. I hadn’t had it since I was a kid, when my grandma used to make strawberry rhubarb pie every June.

So I grabbed a bundle and paired it with juicy strawberries at home. I skipped the usual whi...

The first time I made this…

It was right after a trip to the farmers market — I had a giant basket of fresh blueberries, and the kids were begging for pie. But honestly? I didn’t want the sugar crash or store-bought crust.

So I tried a version that used clean ingredients: less sugar, a homemade cr...

The first time I made these…

I was deep in that post-lunch slump — you know, the kind where you’re craving something sweet but don’t want to undo all the good choices you’ve made all week.
I remembered the lemon bars my grandma used to make — so buttery and sweet, with that perfect zing of lemon.