Some meals just naturally become family traditions—not because they’re fancy, but because everyone lights up the second they smell them cooking. This steak and cheese...
I was having one of those Wednesdays—half the week gone, fridge half full, and only about thirty minutes until everyone would be circling the kitchen...
One Tuesday evening, I was knee-deep in dinner indecision. My fridge had chicken thighs, a half-used carton of mushrooms, and a bottle of Marsala wine...