Creamy Crockpot Mashed Potatoes for a Crowd
My neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, watched me hauling a twenty-pound bag of potatoes up the front steps of my new apartment, and she didn’t say anything … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, watched me hauling a twenty-pound bag of potatoes up the front steps of my new apartment, and she didn’t say anything … Read more
The neighborhood cookie swap was in three days and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day projects—you know, the ones with … Read more
I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last Tuesday, staring at a family-sized turkey roasting bag, when the smell hit me. Not a real … Read more
“I’m not eating anything that looks like a bird,” my nephew announced, arms crossed, at the Thanksgiving kids’ table three years ago. He was eight … Read more
There used to be a little bakery on the corner of Elm and 4th in my old neighborhood called “The Spooky Spoon.” It wasn’t a … Read more
I was supposed to be making stuffed peppers. That was the plan, anyway. I had the ground turkey, the rice, the tomato sauce—everything lined up … Read more
I wasn’t supposed to be in her kitchen at all. I’d stopped by to return a casserole dish I’d borrowed three weeks prior—honestly, I was … Read more
I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from my plumber, but there I was, standing in the hardware aisle at the local home improvement store, listening to … Read more
My nephew Leo asked why I couldn’t just use regular pretzel sticks instead of shaping dough into fingers. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more
I used to think Halloween appetizers were more about the spectacle than the actual eating. You know the ones — creepy-crawly things that look amazing … Read more