The neighborhood chili cook-off was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their secret-ingredient, slow-simmered-for-two-days masterpieces. I had a half-empty … Read more
The kale was starting to look sad in the crisper drawer. Not quite wilted, but definitely past its perky prime. And I had a bag … Read more
The church potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d signed up weeks ago, but somewhere between back-to-school chaos and a … Read more
I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Honestly, I’d stopped by my neighbor’s house on a random Tuesday night to return a mixing bowl she’d lent … Read more
There used to be a tiny Italian place tucked between a laundromat and a pet supply shop on the corner of 7th and Vine that … Read more
The farmer’s market had been picked over by the time I got there. It was one of those chilly Saturday afternoons where the wind had … Read more
The neighborhood potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their signature dishes—you know, the ones they’ve perfected over … Read more
I had been looking for a taco soup that actually tasted like something—not just watered-down salsa with ground beef floating in it. For a while, … Read more
The velvet. That’s what I was after. Not the flavor first, not the warmth of the sage, but the way the soup coats the back … Read more
Sunday evening, the rain tapping a steady rhythm against the kitchen window, and the only thing I wanted was a bowl of something that felt … Read more
