Comfort Food Classics

My husband had claimed to hate green bean casserole for seventeen years. Seventeen years of holiday dinners where I’d watch him load up his plate … Read more

The farmer at the Saturday market watched me circle his stall three times before he finally spoke. “You keep coming back to those carrots,” he … Read more

There used to be a tiny French bistro tucked away on a side street in Portland called Le Panier that made a chicken pot pie … Read more

Maggie wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday to drop off a book I’d borrowed, and the smell … Read more

My friend’s annual “Soup & Sweater” party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, slow-simmered creations from … Read more

There used to be a tiny French bistro on the corner of Elm and 4th in my old neighborhood called Le Petit Coin that made … Read more

I was standing in the frozen food aisle of our local grocery store last Tuesday, staring blankly at a box of macaroni and cheese, when … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from my accountant, but there I was, knee-deep in spreadsheets during tax season, listening to him describe exactly how to … Read more

This was supposed to be a completely different dinner. I had this whole plan for a slow-simmered, tomato-heavy red chili—the kind that takes all afternoon … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from the quietest person at the farmer’s market, but there I was, elbow-deep in a bin of sweet potatoes, listening … Read more