Spelling, whose new memoir Candy at Last hit bookshelves this week, is more than a little sweet on L.A. Here she shares her go-to spots for impeccable pot pie, an outdoor romp with her pup, Madison, and addictive red velvet cake
We didn’t move to the manor until I was 17. And yes, it’s huge. You have to get on the intercom to hear people. But my fondest memory is of my dad and me raking leaves and picking up dog poo in the backyard. We bonded over the dogs.