The neighborhood soup swap was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their grandmother’s recipes—the kind that simmered all day … Read more
I want green bean casserole. Not the one from a can, not the one that takes over the oven on Thanksgiving, not the one that … Read more
“Okay, but can you make it into a soup?” My husband said this halfway through a bowl of my flavorful hatch green chile chicken enchiladas, … Read more
My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress me. I’d stopped by to grab a book I’d loaned her months ago, and the smell hit me … Read more
My brother-in-law Mark asked why I couldn’t just dump everything in the crockpot and call it soup. I remember standing in my kitchen, holding a … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and I had this ridiculous craving for chicken enchilada soup. Not just any soup—the kind with the … Read more
“Is there… pumpkin in this chili?” My neighbor Jen leaned over the pot at our fall block party, spoon halfway to her mouth, looking at … Read more
It was 11:17 PM on a particularly gloomy Wednesday, and I had that specific, soul-deep craving for something warm, creamy, and spicy all at once. … Read more
The bag of apples in my fridge was starting to look a little sad. You know the ones—a mix of whatever was left from the … Read more
This was supposed to be a traditional German potato salad—the kind you boil on the stove, toss with bacon and vinegar, and serve warm at … Read more
