During a staff lunch break, we somehow drifted into a full-blown debate about comfort food. One of my coworkers, Teresa, always the queen of shortcuts...
Early one summer afternoon, my daughter burst into the kitchen with a stack of colorful party invitations she’d received from school. She sighed, “We need...
Something about the way my niece sneaks into the kitchen before dawn—quiet slippers across the tile—makes me want to bake. Last weekend, she asked if...
That was one of those grey, drizzly rain afternoons, I rummaged through the fridge, found two leftover chicken breasts from last night’s dinner, and knew...
I’ve always loved the weekend buzz when our kitchen fills with smells that hint at something good. Last Saturday, after cheer practice and errands, I...
Last Friday, our company hosted a casual end-of-quarter potluck. We’ve done it a dozen times before paper plates, folding tables, mismatched dishes from everyone’s kitchen,...