Appetizers

My brother Kevin had a strict rule about game day food. “No casseroles,” he’d announce every single year before the big championship game. “Casseroles are … Read more

There used to be a tiny sports bar called The Rusty Mug tucked away on a side street in my college town that made these … Read more

I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store, mentally running through my Halloween party shopping list, when the woman behind me started … Read more

I wasn’t expecting to find my go-to game day recipe in a dusty stack of church cookbooks at a garage sale, but there I was, … Read more

This was supposed to be a stuffed chicken breast. I had the cream cheese softening on the counter, the jalapenos sliced and ready, the bacon … Read more

It was 4:30 PM on a random Sunday in October, and my team was down by ten points. I’d promised to bring an appetizer to … Read more

Hand me that bag of tortilla chips, my friend Carla said without looking up from her phone. It was the Sunday before the big championship … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple peach cobbler. I had the ripe peaches, the butter, the flour—the whole plan laid out in my head. … Read more

My neighbor, a retired plumber named Frank, asked me why I couldn’t just grate the zucchini and squeeze it in a dish towel. I was … Read more

I was packing lunches on a Tuesday night, completely out of ideas, when my neighbor—a retired plumber named Frank who keeps to himself—knocked on my … Read more