Comfort Food Classics

There used to be a tiny, hole-in-the-wall taqueria on the corner of 7th and Oak that made the most incredible burritos. When they closed—literally overnight, … Read more

The heavy oak door of the community hall was propped open just enough to let the autumn chill seep in, but the warmth inside was … Read more

I was staring at the fridge light, half-asleep, when that specific, heavy longing for something sweet but slightly earthy took over. You know that feeling … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just skip the overnight rise and use my sourdough discard straight away. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and I had a fierce, inexplicable craving for black-eyed peas. Not the mushy, sad kind from a … Read more

My brother-in-law Mark asked why I couldn’t just brown the butter with the sage leaves from the start. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

I was at the farmers market last fall, trying to juggle a bag of apples and a pumpkin I had no business carrying, when the … Read more

I’d stopped by my neighbor Rosa’s house to borrow a cup of sugar—how cliché, right?—and the smell hit me before I even made it past … Read more

My neighbor asked me last week why I couldn’t just use my stand mixer for the whole challah dough. I started to explain why that … Read more

I used to think canning was for people with pantries the size of a garage and a whole weekend to kill. Honestly, it felt like … Read more