Easy Black-Eyed Pea Soup for New Year’s Luck
My dad swore he hated black-eyed peas. For forty-seven years. He’d make this face—like he’d just bitten into a lemon—every time my mom mentioned them … Read more
My dad swore he hated black-eyed peas. For forty-seven years. He’d make this face—like he’d just bitten into a lemon—every time my mom mentioned them … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday in early December, and I was hit with the kind of holiday craving that just won’t shut … Read more
My sister asked why I couldn’t just stick the rosemary sprigs right into the cheese. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work—the oils would … Read more
The neighborhood holiday potluck was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d marked it on my calendar—the one in the kitchen, the … Read more
My neighbor, Mrs. Gable, watched me fumbling with a bag of frozen raspberries last February. I was trying to make something pink for my daughter’s … Read more
This was supposed to be mulled wine. I had the oranges, the cloves, the whole nine yards, and a fancy bottle of red I’d been … Read more
There used to be this tiny French bistro tucked away on a side street in Portland—Le Petit Four—that made a chocolate lava cake that ruined … Read more
I was standing in the spice aisle of my local grocery store last Tuesday when it hit me — that sharp, sweet, almost medicinal smell … Read more
I wasn’t expecting baking advice from my accountant, but there I was, hunched over my kitchen island at 10 PM on a Tuesday, listening to … Read more
Introduction Meredith wasn’t making a big deal of it. I’d stopped by her place on a blustery Saturday in early April to pick up a … Read more