Comfort Food Classics

My husband took one bite of this stuffed acorn squash last October and actually stopped mid-sentence. That never happens. He just sat there, fork hovering, … Read more

This was supposed to be a different meatloaf entirely. I had this vision of a classic, ketchup-topped loaf, the kind my mom used to make … Read more

The man at the community garden stand watched me staring at his pile of overripe bananas for a solid minute before he said anything. “You’re … Read more

My brother asked why I couldn’t just toss the sweet potatoes in raw, straight into the pot with the turkey. I started to explain why … Read more

I was folding laundry last Tuesday—a truly mundane Tuesday, the kind where the rain wouldn’t quit and the light was that flat, gray color that … Read more

My brother claimed to hate chili for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years. He’d make that face—the one where the nose scrunches up and the eyebrows meet … Read more

I want meatloaf tonight. Not just any meatloaf—the kind with a sticky, caramelized brown sugar glaze that gets all tacky and dark in the corners … Read more

Christmas morning was a controlled chaos of wrapping paper and coffee mugs, but the breakfast table was always a disappointment. My mom, bless her, would … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just pour the custard over the bread and let it sit overnight instead of doing all that dipping. I … Read more

I was standing in the parking lot of my local hardware store last October, fumbling for my keys, when the crisp air carried the faintest … Read more