Appetizers

It was 10:47 PM on a random Tuesday in December, and I had a very specific craving for something spicy, something creamy, and something that … Read more

My neighbor, a woman named Gina who I’d only ever waved at from across the driveway, watched me one rainy November afternoon as I wrestled … Read more

My niece, Lucy, asked why I couldn’t just mix the egg yolks with the cranberry sauce from Thanksgiving. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

My sister swore she hated sweet potatoes. For years. She’d push them around her plate at Thanksgiving, make a face at sweet potato fries, and … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just throw everything into one bowl and shape it with my hands instead of layering it all carefully. I … Read more

My nephew, Leo, had claimed to hate bread for roughly eight years. Eight years. He’d pick the crust off pizza, slide the bread out of … Read more

I was supposed to be making stuffed peppers that Tuesday night. Honest. I had the ground turkey, the rice, the bell peppers sitting on my … Read more

I was knee-deep in holiday wrapping paper—the kind where the tape is winning and you’ve already lost three pairs of scissors to the abyss—when my … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from a furniture delivery guy, but there I was, wedged between my new sofa and the living room wall, listening … Read more

My sister-in-law, Jen, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place to drop off a casserole dish I’d borrowed, and this weird, amazing … Read more