Quick Easy Recipes

It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday, and I was staring into the fridge with that specific kind of hunger that makes rational thought … Read more

I’d stopped by my neighbor’s house to grab a casserole dish she’d borrowed, and the smell hit me before I even got through the door. … Read more

I was standing at the register of a tiny hardware store—the kind that smells like fertilizer and dust and sells seeds in little paper packets—when … Read more

I was standing in the frozen foods aisle of the grocery store last Tuesday, staring blankly at a bag of pre-cut butternut squash cubes, when … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and the sugar craving hit me like a freight train. I didn’t have the energy … Read more

There used to be a tiny pizzeria called The Flying Slice tucked into a strip mall on the corner of Maple and Third that made … Read more

I did not trust fresh rosemary in a cranberry sauce. Not even a little bit. For years, I was a purist—canned jellied sauce, sliced neatly, … Read more

I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store the Tuesday before Halloween, clutching a pack of hot dogs and a tube of … Read more

My friend Jenna swore she hated Halloween desserts for years. A whole decade, at least. Every October, she’d roll her eyes at the plastic cauldrons … Read more

I was standing in the cereal aisle last Tuesday afternoon when it hit me—that faint, sweet smell of overripe bananas mixed with something warm and … Read more

There used to be a tiny taqueria on the corner of 7th and Main in my old neighborhood that made a taco skillet that I … Read more

Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday evening to pick up a book I’d lent her months … Read more

Maria from the community garden watched me scooping the slippery innards out of my pumpkin. I was making a mess, honestly—seeds flying everywhere, orange strings … Read more

I figured mummy hot dogs were just a cute Halloween gimmick—something you make for the kids, snap a picture, and move on. It took about … Read more

This was supposed to be a slow-simmered Sunday supper. I had this grand vision of spending the afternoon layering flavors, letting sauerkraut bubble away on … Read more

This was supposed to be cornbread. I had the cornmeal out, the buttermilk measured, and I was already late for a Zoom call when I … Read more

“I don’t have time to cook tonight.” My husband said this to me on a Tuesday, standing in the kitchen doorway with that look. You … Read more

Okay, I need to stop pretending I’m above it. Halloween is coming, and I want something that feels festive without requiring me to actually carve … Read more

I burned through three batches of turkey pinwheels before I figured out the soggy bread problem. Not a metaphor—actual, sad, limp tortillas that made me … Read more

The last pork chop disappeared from the platter before I’d even finished pouring myself a glass of wine. My husband looked at me with that … Read more