Comfort Food Classics

“Why can’t you just bake the meatloaf in a muffin tin?” my friend Jen asked me last Tuesday, while I was complaining about how long … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple stuffing casserole. I had the bread cubed, the sausage browned, and the sage ready to go. But my … Read more

My neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, watched me one Saturday morning as I was wrestling with a bag of frozen corn, trying to figure out a side … Read more

The church potluck was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, completely. I was staring into my fridge like it held the answers … Read more

I was standing in the frozen food aisle of our local grocery store last Tuesday, staring at a box of mac and cheese that cost … Read more

My brother-in-law Mark claimed he hated sweet potatoes for forty-two years. Forty-two years. He’d push them around his plate at Thanksgiving, make a whole show … Read more

There used to be a tiny wine bar tucked away on a side street in Portland, called The Cork & Clover, that made the most … Read more

This was supposed to be a completely different dinner. I had this grand plan for a roasted chicken with all the trimmings—a proper Sunday affair … Read more

This was supposed to be a from-scratch yeasted cinnamon roll situation. I had the butter softening on the counter, the yeast proofing in its little … Read more

My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to grab a book she’d promised to lend me, and the smell hit me … Read more