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
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
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
The juiciest turkey I have ever served came out of a crockpot. Not my oven. Not a fancy brine bucket. Just a crockpot turkey breast, a handful of herbs, and a slow cooker with a lid that still rattles a little. I know. I didn’t believe it either. Last November, Silas and I offered to … Read more
The first time Silas ate this pasta, he went completely quiet. Silas is never quiet. He’d found the video the night before and sent it to me four times. No message. Just the same link, over and over, like a toddler pointing at the cookie jar. So I made it. Now it shows up on … Read more
Most breakfasts quit on me by 10 a.m. Toast, cereal, that sad granola bar rolling around the bottom of my purse. Every single one leaves me starving before lunch and raiding the snack drawer like a raccoon in a cardigan. Silas had it even worse. His idea of breakfast was a protein bar and half … Read more
For almost a year, I paid a drive-thru way too much money for two little egg bites. Same order, every Tuesday and Thursday. Silas started calling it my “egg tax,” and honestly? He had a point. Then I finally looked up what was actually in them. Sitting right near the top of the list was … Read more
Sad desk lunches got officially canceled in our house last spring. It happened the morning Silas opened the fridge, spotted four containers of these Mediterranean chicken bowls stacked on the middle shelf, and announced to nobody in particular, “We’re rich.” We are not rich. We just had lemony chicken, cold tzatziki, and a fridge that … Read more
Most muffins are just cake that got dressed up for breakfast. I figured that out on a travel day last spring. Silas grabbed a giant coffee shop muffin before our flight, finished every last crumb, and was already hunting for snacks before we even boarded. So once we settled into our next rental kitchen, I … Read more