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
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,
I had one of those chaotic Tuesday evenings where dinner needed to happen fast, but I still wanted it to feel satisfying—something comforting, something everyone