The neighborhood cookie exchange was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day preparations—the kind with fancy folded … Read more
My husband claimed for years that he hated stew. “It’s just sad meat in brown water,” he’d say whenever I’d mention making one. For a … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday, and I had a very specific craving for something crispy, cheesy, and garlicky. I didn’t have the … Read more
My sister asked why I couldn’t just use Greek yogurt instead of heavy cream. I was in the middle of explaining—very patiently, I thought—why that … Read more
My roommate asked why I couldn’t just melt the butter instead of waiting for it to soften. It was a Tuesday night in late October, … Read more
I was at the farmer’s market last October, not really looking for anything in particular, just wandering and enjoying the cool air. I had this … Read more
I’ll never forget the first time I made a chicken pot pie for a dinner party. The power had gone out halfway through prepping, and … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday, and I had a very specific craving for something warm and savory—but not a full meal. My … Read more
My neighbor Leo asked me why I couldn’t just cook the chicken thighs skin-side down first and leave them alone. I started to explain why … Read more
I was standing in line at the hardware store—of all places—holding a bag of lightbulbs and a new oven mitt I definitely didn’t need, when … Read more
