Comfort Food Classics

I was elbow-deep in potting soil on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon when my plumber, of all people, changed my baking life. He was under the … Read more

My neighbor, an older woman named Clara, watched me from her porch as I struggled to pry the seeds out of a particularly stubborn pumpkin. … Read more

It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and I had a bone-deep craving for something warm and creamy wrapped in flaky pastry. The kind … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just dump everything into one bowl and stir. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work — then stopped. … Read more

I was standing in my neighbor Marge’s driveway last October, holding a plastic bag of still-wet pumpkin guts, when the smell hit me. It wasn’t … Read more

The church potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their signature dishes—casseroles passed down through generations, perfectly frosted … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and I had this overwhelming, almost irrational craving for green bean casserole. Not the holiday … Read more

I wasn’t expecting baking advice from my plumber, but there I was, standing in my flooded kitchen while he explained exactly how to make the … Read more

I was standing in the frozen food aisle of our local grocery store last Tuesday when the cold air from the open freezer case hit … Read more

The office potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those fancy, multi-layered dishes they’d probably spent all weekend … Read more