Comfort Food Classics

The neighborhood potluck was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, completely. I was standing in my kitchen staring at the fridge like … Read more

Last Tuesday, I stopped by my neighbor Carol’s house to grab a garden stake she’d promised me—and the smell hit me before I even got … Read more

I was standing in the freezer aisle of our local grocery store last November when the smell of someone’s orange-scented hand sanitizer hit me — … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple roasted sweet potato side dish. You know, the kind you just toss with olive oil and salt and … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in late October, and I had a bone-deep craving for something slow and red and wine-soaked. The … Read more

The summer I turned thirty, my oven broke. Not dramatically—no smoke, no sparks—just a quiet, wheezing death on a Wednesday afternoon. I was supposed to … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple roasted chicken dinner. I had the bird, I had the herbs, I had a solid plan. But somewhere … Read more

My neighbor Carol wasn’t trying to impress anyone that Tuesday afternoon. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar—I was halfway through a batch … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just throw everything in one dish instead of dirtying three pans for breakfast. I started to explain the importance … Read more

The neighborhood potluck was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their signature dishes—Mary’s legendary lasagna, Tom’s smoked brisket that … Read more