Comfort Food Classics

The Friendsgiving potluck was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate, multi-day dishes — I’d seen the Instagram … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in late November, and I had a sudden, almost unreasonable craving for roast turkey. Not a whole … Read more

My neighbor Dave asked why I couldn’t just rub the butter under the skin instead of going through the whole spatchcocking thing. I started to … Read more

My neighbor Delores watched me struggling with a double boiler—splashing water everywhere, cheese clumping into a sad, stringy mess—and didn’t say anything at first. Then … Read more

I swore I’d never be a mac and cheese person. Not the homemade kind, anyway. For years, I held this quiet little grudge against it—the … Read more

I was standing in the middle of the grocery store parking lot last November when a gust of wind carried the smell of woodsmoke and … Read more

I was standing in the produce aisle last November, staring at a pile of Honeycrisp apples, when this specific smell hit me—not from the apples … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple weeknight side dish. I had a bag of sweet potatoes, a vague plan to roast them with olive … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from the plumber. But there I was, standing in my own kitchen with a wrench in one hand and a … Read more

This was supposed to be a simple weeknight sweet potato mash. I had the sweet potatoes boiling, the butter melting in a pan, and a … Read more