Comfort Food Classics

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from the quietest person in my neighborhood, but there I was, last Tuesday morning at the weekly rummage sale, holding … Read more

I still remember the Thursday afternoon my neighbor, Mrs. Gable, was sitting on her porch with a steaming dish in her lap. She saw me … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a random Tuesday, and I had a ridiculous craving for something sweet, warm, and a little bit decadent. The kind … Read more

My sister-in-law Maria wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to drop off a birthday present for my nephew and the smell of onions … Read more

The church potluck was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. My mother-in-law, bless her, had called to remind me and I could hear the … Read more

It was 11:37 PM on a random Wednesday in mid-December, and I was wide awake with a Christmas ham problem. Not a real problem, mind … Read more

My neighbor Rosa watched me hauling a tray of sad, dry turkey sandwiches toward my car for a Friendsgiving potluck and didn’t say anything at … Read more

Meredith wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to drop off a book I’d borrowed, and the smell hit me before I even got … Read more

There used to be a tiny, wood-paneled café tucked behind an antique shop on Main Street that made the most incredible chicken pot pie. When … Read more

Mrs. Gable watched me fumbling with a bag of lemons at the farmers market that Tuesday, a bag that had already split open twice. She … Read more