Comfort Food Classics

For the longest time, I just accepted that lasagna was a weekend project. You know, the kind of meal that requires a whole afternoon, a … Read more

This was supposed to be a proper, from-scratch pot pie with a flaky, golden crust that would make my grandmother proud. I had the butter … Read more

My neighbor, a man named Leo who keeps to himself mostly, watched me wrestling with a too-wet loaf of sandwich bread one November afternoon. He … Read more

Three zucchinis sitting on my counter looking sad and I had exactly zero plans for them. It was one of those afternoons where the fridge … Read more

The slick, almost velvety shimmer on the surface of a hot bowl of soup—that’s what I was chasing. Not the taste first, not even the … Read more

Thanksgiving dinner was in eight hours and I’d completely forgotten about the sweet potato casserole. My sister-in-law, Karen, had texted the family group chat at … Read more

I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last November, staring at a family-sized turkey roasting bag, when the absurdity of it all just hit … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just brown the butter first, then mix it into the batter cold. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

It was the second week of November, and a damp, bone-chilling cold had settled over the city. The kind of cold that seeps through the … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a drizzly Tuesday in October, and I had a very specific, almost irrational craving for something warm, spiced, and chocolatey. … Read more