Comfort Food Classics

Friendsgiving was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to bring the stuffing. Everyone else had been planning for weeks—Sarah was making … Read more

My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to drop off a package that got delivered to my address by mistake, and … Read more

Maria watched me staring at the chicken breasts in my shopping cart like they held the secrets to the universe. She worked the register at … Read more

My neighbor Karen wasn’t trying to impress anyone that Tuesday afternoon. I’d stopped by to return her hedge clippers—the ones I’d borrowed three weeks earlier … Read more

I was standing in the grocery store parking lot last November, fumbling for my keys in the dark, when the cold air hit me with … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a random Wednesday in late October, and I was hit with the most specific craving for something warm, salty, and … Read more

There used to be a tiny café tucked into the back of a used bookstore in Portland called The Gilded Bean that made these roasted … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just throw everything in one pan and call it a day. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work … Read more

I was at the community garden last spring, elbow-deep in soil, trying to wrestle a stubborn weed from around my tomato starts. An older woman … Read more

I was standing in a grocery store parking lot last November, fumbling for my keys, when the smell of someone’s car exhaust mixed with the … Read more