Healthy Recipes

I had declared my hatred of caraway for a solid decade. Ten years of picking it out of rye bread rolls at deli counters, of … Read more

This was supposed to be a gingerbread house. I had the royal icing mixed, the graham crackers laid out like lumber, and a vision of … Read more

The year I turned twenty-six, I spent Thanksgiving alone in a tiny apartment with a broken oven. My family was three states away, and I … Read more

This was supposed to be a batch of granola. I had the oats measured out, the maple syrup ready, and I was feeling pretty good … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just pour the egg mixture straight into the muffin tin without sautéing the vegetables first. I started to explain … Read more

I was standing in my neighbor Carol’s kitchen last Tuesday, waiting for her kettle to boil, when the smell hit me. It wasn’t her tea—it … Read more

There used to be a little French-inspired bistro on the corner of 5th and Elm — the kind with checked tablecloths and a chalkboard menu … Read more

I was elbow-deep in pumpkin guts on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, not exactly where I expected to find my new favorite snack. The year before, … Read more

There used to be a tiny café tucked behind a bookstore in my old neighborhood that made a breakfast casserole I still dream about. When … Read more

She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by my aunt’s house on a random Tuesday to pick up a book I’d left there, and … Read more

I was standing in the middle of the grocery store last October, staring at a bin of clementines, when the scent hit me—that weird, waxy, … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in October, and I had a sudden, almost urgent need for something salty and crunchy. Not chips, … Read more

I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last November, holding a bag of frozen Brussels sprouts and feeling absolutely nothing. No excitement, no nostalgia, … Read more

There used to be a tiny farm-to-table café tucked into a converted gas station in my old neighborhood, a place called The Rusted Spoke. They … Read more

I was sitting in my accountant’s office last fall, waiting for him to finish up with a client, when he walked out and said, “You … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just skip the heavy cream and use cottage cheese instead. I was in the middle of showing her how … Read more

I used to think pumpkin belonged in pie and absolutely nothing else. That was my position, and I held it firmly for years. Pumpkin lattes? … Read more

Third time in two weeks I made green beans this way, and this time I didn’t burn the garlic. That was the breakthrough, honestly. The … Read more

The neighborhood fall block party was in three hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate pumpkin rolls with perfect cream … Read more

My neighbor Kate wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a bundt pan—mine had mysteriously vanished after a particularly chaotic Thanksgiving—and the … Read more