Well, this Marry Me Chicken Soup would have gotten me a marriage proposal if not for the lack of a ring in there. Well, I offered Silas a bowl of this soup during a rainy weeknight and left to fetch the bread. By the time I returned, he was scraping the soup at the bottom … Read more
The main dish never steals the show at a Halloween party. The side dishes do. Two Halloweens ago, I spent a whole afternoon on a fancy pot of chili. Nobody said one word about it. They were too busy fighting over deviled eggs with olive spiders crawling across the top. Silas ate four of those … Read more
Let me get this out of the way first. A cortisol mocktail is not going to fix your hormones. I still make one almost every single afternoon. It started as a joke, honestly. Silas kept seeing this drink pop up on his TikTok feed, and one night he held his phone two inches from my … Read more
Silas has a theory that every hard week should end with a bowl of rice and something sticky piled on top. I used to roll my eyes at that. Then I made these Korean bulgogi gochujang beef bowls, and now I repeat his theory to anyone who will listen. My first try at homemade bulgogi … Read more
The laziest dinner I made all month beat my four-hour lasagna. Not even close. I’m still a little bitter about it. It was one of those Tuesdays where the fridge looked like a crime scene and my energy was hiding somewhere under the couch. So I grabbed a bag of frozen potstickers, a can of … Read more
My first attempt at protein coffee looked like a science experiment gone wrong. I dumped a big scoop of vanilla protein powder straight into a steaming mug, gave it one lazy stir, and watched little gray lumps bob to the top like tiny icebergs. Silas wandered into the kitchen, peeked over my shoulder, and asked … Read more
Silas spent the better part of a decade telling anyone who’d listen that he hated Brussels sprouts. Then last week I pulled a pan of these out of the oven, turned around to grab plates, and caught him eating them straight off the sheet pan. With his fingers. Four of them, by my count. So … Read more
Butter chicken was almost keto the whole time, and nobody bothered to tell me. For years, Friday night in our house looked exactly the same. Silas would call our favorite Indian spot, order butter chicken with two garlic naan, and treat the delivery like a national holiday. Then we both went low-carb. He took it … Read more
Silas ate three of these brownies before he spotted the zucchini peel in the trash. He stood there holding the lid open like he had just cracked a cold case. Then he walked straight back to the pan and took a fourth. Honestly, that was the only review I needed. These keto zucchini brownies are … Read more
Silas once ate an entire order of honey garlic chicken in a grocery store parking lot. Not on the drive home. In the parking lot, engine running, with a plastic fork he found in the glovebox. That was the night I decided we were making our own. Takeout honey garlic chicken is great, but it … Read more