Comfort Food Classics

The company potluck was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their grandmother’s famous lasagnas, elaborate layered dips, and those … Read more

I was elbow-deep in a box of old vinyl records at a dusty estate sale last spring, not looking for anything in particular, when the … Read more

There used to be a tiny farm-to-table café tucked behind an antique shop in the Hudson Valley called The Gilded Beet. They made these smashed … Read more

Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday to pick up a book I’d lent her months ago, … Read more

There used to be a little Southern-style meat-and-three joint off Highway 78 called Miss Josie’s Table that made a sweet potato casserole so good it … Read more

Maya wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place to drop off a book I’d borrowed months ago—the kind of errand where you … Read more

I was standing in the frozen food aisle last Tuesday, staring at a box of chicken pot pie like it held the answers to everything. … Read more

I was standing in the middle of the hardware store aisle last October—the one with the weirdly specific smell of burlap and rubber hoses—when this … Read more

The power went out halfway through my ambitious soup plan. There I was, standing in a suddenly silent kitchen at 5:47 PM on a Tuesday, … Read more

I was standing in the produce aisle last Tuesday, staring at a pile of acorn squash like they held the answer to something I hadn’t … Read more