Silas walked into the kitchen last week, sniffed the air like a cartoon character, and said “okay, what is that and why do I need it right now.” That’s how I knew this recipe was a keeper. I’ve been trying to get more protein into our mornings without turning breakfast into a chalky protein shake … Read more
Silas walked into the kitchen last Saturday, sniffed the air twice, and asked if I’d started a candle business. Nope. Just pancakes. Easy pumpkin pancakes, to be exact. The kind that make your whole house smell like cinnamon rolled around in a pumpkin patch. I’ve made a lot of pancakes in my life. Buttermilk ones, … Read more
Sweet Potato Ground Beef Skillet: I didn’t expect a skillet full of sweet potatoes and ground beef to become one of my most requested recipes. But here we are. It’s one pan. It’s about 30 minutes. And it somehow tastes like way more effort went into it than actually did. I first made this on … Read more
I had four bananas sitting on my counter last week, so spotty and soft that Silas kept eyeing them like they were about to start a science experiment on their own. “Those are either going in the trash or in a cake,” he said, and honestly, that’s the most useful thing he’s said all month. … Read more
I never thought I’d see the day Silas asked for seconds on anything with the word “pickle” in the title. The man used to pick dill pickles off his burger like they’d personally wronged him. Then I made this dill pickle pasta salad for a Fourth of July potluck last year, and I watched him … Read more
homemade chicken pot pie recipe: Silas walked into the kitchen last week, sniffed the air, and just stood there. Didn’t say a word. Just closed his eyes like he was trying to memorize the smell. That’s what a good chicken pot pie does to a person. I’d been testing this recipe for weeks, tweaking the … Read more
Chicken Pasta Salad: Silas has a rule about potlucks. He calls it the “sad bowl test.” If a dish sits out for two hours and starts looking sad and watery, it’s not coming back to the next gathering. This pasta salad with chicken passed his sad bowl test on the first try, and now it’s … Read more
Silas came home from a work barbecue last summer and would not stop talking about a pasta salad someone brought. Not the sauce. Not the ribs. The pasta salad. I laughed at first. Then he described it. Salami, little balls of mozzarella, olives, peppers, a tangy dressing that hit every single bite. By the time … Read more
Silas has a rule about kale. He calls it “the sandpaper vegetable” and for years he’d push it around his plate like it personally offended him. Then I made this kale dressing salad on a random Tuesday, tossed it with some massaged kale, and watched him go back for seconds. Twice. That’s when I knew … Read more
Silas asked me last week why our “lunch plan” always turns into cereal at 1pm. Fair question. I have a folder on my phone with over 200 saved lunch recipes and somehow we still stand in front of the fridge looking personally attacked by a jar of pickles. So I did something about it. I … Read more