Comfort Food Classics

The church potluck was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. You know that feeling when your stomach drops? I was staring into my pantry … Read more

The church potluck was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their grandmother’s famous casseroles, slow-simmered sauces, and desserts that … Read more

The woman at the deli counter watched me staring at the smoked gouda for what felt like a full minute before she finally spoke. “You’re … Read more

There used to be a little diner tucked between a laundromat and a dollar store off Route 9 that made the most incredible chicken pot … Read more

My neighbor Sarah wasn’t trying to impress anyone when I stopped by to borrow her extension cord last October. The smell hit me before I … Read more

I was standing in front of my open fridge at 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday. It had been one of those days where nothing … Read more

My husband claimed he hated meatloaf. For fifteen years. Not in a dramatic, slam-his-fist-on-the-table kind of way—more of a quiet, polite refusal anytime it appeared … Read more

There used to be a tiny, dimly lit Irish pub in downtown Portland called The Gilded Stag that made the most ridiculously good jalapeño poppers … Read more

Lindsay wasn’t trying to change my life that Tuesday afternoon in late November. I’d stopped by to pick up a book I’d lent her—a cookbook, … Read more

My husband claimed to hate corn casserole for fifteen years. Fifteen years! He’d make a face anytime it showed up at a potluck or holiday … Read more