Comfort Food

I was standing in the baking aisle of the grocery store last December when the smell of cinnamon hit me — not from a candle … Read more

I was sitting in the waiting room of my car mechanic’s shop—a place I never thought I’d find culinary inspiration. The place smelled like grease … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a random Wednesday in November, and I was hit with a craving so specific it almost hurt. I wanted stuffing—not … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a drizzly Tuesday in October, and I had a very specific, almost aggressive craving for something warm and autumnal. I … Read more

The way that top crust shatters. That’s the whole reason I make this pot pie. Not the gravy, not the leftover turkey (though both are … Read more

My sister showed up at my door at 9:45 on a Wednesday morning, holding a bag of marshmallows and looking panicked. She had accidentally volunteered … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Thursday, and I had this overwhelming need for chicken noodle soup. Not the kind from a can that … Read more

I was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of butternut squash that I’d planned to turn into soup, when my husband walked in and … Read more

I want bread right now. Not the fluffy, sandwich-soft kind that disappears into a chew, but bread with a crust that shatters when you bite … Read more

Last Tuesday, I was staring into my fridge, wondering what magic I could pull off with a pack of chicken thighs, a head of garlic, … Read more