Cozy Leftover Ham and Bean Soup with Ham Bone
The neighborhood cookie exchange was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate French macarons, perfectly piped gingerbread houses, and … Read more
The neighborhood cookie exchange was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate French macarons, perfectly piped gingerbread houses, and … Read more
My neighbor, a retired firefighter named Leo, had sworn off black-eyed peas for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years. He’d tell anyone who’d listen that they tasted … Read more
There used to be a tiny farm-to-table place tucked behind a bike shop in my neighborhood called The Gathered Table. They made a roasted butternut … Read more
I was standing in the frozen foods aisle of my local grocery store last Tuesday when the cold air from the open freezer hit my … 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. The kind that … Read more
My friend Jenna had sworn off white chicken chili for years. “It’s always a gloppy, heavy mess,” she’d announce every time someone suggested it for … Read more
The woman at the community garden plot next to mine watched me stare at my overgrown potato plants for a solid minute before she spoke. … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a drizzly Tuesday in early October, and I was hit with an almost aggressive need for something warm and slightly … Read more
Marta watched me staring at the squash display in the community garden shed and didn’t say anything at first. Then she picked up a knobby, … Read more
There used to be a tiny Italian place tucked behind a dry cleaner on the corner of 7th and Elm that made lasagna soup. Not … Read more