Comfort Food Classics

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

This was supposed to be a crusty artisan loaf. I had my sourdough starter bubbling away on the counter, my kitchen scale ready, and a … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from my accountant, but there I was, sorting through a pile of receipts in his cluttered office, listening to him … Read more

My neighbor watched me fumble with a dull knife, trying to chop bacon for what was supposed to be a simple batch of baked beans. … Read more

The power went out halfway through a chilly Sunday afternoon last fall, and honestly, I was facing dinner panic. The fridge was looking bare, and … Read more