Comfort Food Classics

It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and I was wide awake with a very specific craving. Not for something sweet, but for the … Read more

My neighbor across the hall, a guy named Leo who I’d only ever seen in gym shorts and a faded band t-shirt, asked me why … Read more

My neighbor’s eight-year-old, Leo, asked why I couldn’t just skip the canned soup and fry the shallots myself. I started to explain that homemade cream … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a quiet Tuesday in late October, and I had an overwhelming, almost irrational craving for sweet potato casserole. Not the … Read more

For years, I told myself I wasn’t a stuffed pepper person. The texture always felt a little sad to me—soggy peppers, mushy filling, all that … Read more

I was standing in line at the DMV—the absolute last place on earth you’d expect culinary inspiration to strike—when the woman ahead of me, clutching … Read more

Introduction It was 10:47 PM on a drizzly Thursday in early October, and I had this sudden, undeniable urge to make something spooky. Not scary, … Read more

My neighbor, Mrs. Gable, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar—cliché, I know—and the smell hit me before … Read more

My neighbor Maria asked me last Tuesday why I couldn’t just use Greek yogurt instead of mayo in my turkey sliders. I started to explain … Read more

The summer I turned thirty, my neighbor across the hall, a retired nurse named Gloria, saw me wrestling a five-pound bag of potatoes into my … Read more