Comfort Food Classics

I was at the hardware store, of all places, waiting for a new showerhead, when the guy behind me in line—a retired plumber named Frank … Read more

The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I was standing in the grocery store aisle, staring at a box of cornbread mix like it had personally offended me. … Read more

I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last October, staring at a bag of pre-made pumpkin muffin mix like it held the answers to … Read more

I had sworn off holiday ham for years. Honestly, a decade at least. It always showed up to the party looking like a glossy, pineapple-ringed … Read more

I was last October, digging through a bin of sad-looking sweet potatoes at the grocery store, when a woman behind me let out this sigh. … Read more

The last forkful disappeared before I could even ask if anyone wanted seconds. My husband looked up from his empty bowl with that confused, almost … Read more

Ketchup squirted across the counter, my toddler screaming for “more dip,” and the timer beeping that the potatoes were done — that’s when I realized … Read more

The clatter of a metal spoon against a ceramic bowl—that’s the sound that gets me every time. It’s the sound of my mother, bleary-eyed before … Read more

I had forty-five minutes. The school chili cook-off was in forty-five minutes, and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I had the email saved somewhere, but … Read more

I wasn’t expecting cooking advice from a plumber, but there I was, stuck in my kitchen with a backed-up sink and a growling stomach, listening … Read more