Comfort Food Classics

Marta, the woman who runs the little corner market near my apartment, watched me one afternoon as I stood staring at a bag of bread … Read more

My husband asked why I couldn’t just buy the canned green beans and skip the whole fuss. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work … Read more

The office holiday party was in three hours and I had absolutely nothing to bring. I stood in my kitchen, staring at a half-empty pantry, … Read more

My neighbor, Elena, watched me attempt to cube day-old bread and didn’t say anything at first. Then she pointed to the butter browning in the … Read more

I had refused to make pot pie for years. Something about the whole “pie” thing felt like too much work for a Tuesday night. Pastry … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from my accountant, but there I was, knee-deep in tax paperwork at his cramped office, listening to him describe exactly … Read more

Rebecca wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Thursday afternoon to borrow a bundt pan, and the smell hit … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a grocery store aisle last November, staring at a jar of sauerkraut like it held the secrets to … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and I had a very specific, almost ridiculous craving: buffalo chicken dip, but make it … Read more

The office holiday party was in two hours and I had completely forgotten to bring a dish. Everyone else was already planning their potluck contributions, … Read more