Easy Strawberry Shortcake Trifle for Two
This was supposed to be a towering, twelve-layer spectacle for a dinner party. I had the trifle bowl out, the plan for a massive dessert … Read more
This was supposed to be a towering, twelve-layer spectacle for a dinner party. I had the trifle bowl out, the plan for a massive dessert … Read more
Marta wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to drop off a casserole dish she’d lent me (honestly, I’d had it for three months) … Read more
My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just use the carton of eggnog sitting in my fridge instead of making a separate custard for the filling. … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday, and a specific, undeniable craving for peppermint hot chocolate hit me. I didn’t have any fancy chocolate … Read more
My brother-in-law, Mark, had claimed for years that he “didn’t do cute food.” Thanksgiving appetizers were for serious eating, he’d say, not for playing with … Read more
The woman at the community garden plot next to mine watched me staring at a pile of wilting herbs on my cutting board. I was … Read more
The church potluck was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing their signature dishes—you know the ones. Margaret’s famous baked … Read more
My neighbor Janet wasn’t trying to impress anyone last November. I’d stopped by to return her measuring cups—the ones I’d borrowed three weeks earlier and … Read more
I was standing in the frozen foods aisle of our local grocery store last November, trying to decide between two bags of green beans, when … 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
This was supposed to be a savory sweet potato gratin. I had the Gruyère, the cream, the thyme—the whole plan laid out on my counter … Read more
My neighbor Frank is an accountant. Quiet guy. Keeps to himself, mostly. So when I ran into him at the hardware store last November, I … Read more
My friend Jen asked why I couldn’t just use the bagged salad mix for the Friendsgiving sides. I started to explain why that wouldn’t work—then … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a very ordinary Wednesday in late October, and I had a sudden, almost violent need for pumpkin pie. Not the … Read more
Mrs. Kowalski watched me fumbling with a bag of frozen green beans at the farmers market, my toddler strapped into the stroller and starting to … Read more
The Friendsgiving potluck was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d remembered the event—who forgets a party with unlimited mashed potatoes?—but I’d … Read more
My sister had claimed she hated punch for a solid decade. “It’s just sugary Kool-Aid for adults,” she’d say every Thanksgiving, turning her nose up … Read more
I was standing in the frozen food aisle last November, staring at a box of stuffing mix, when the smell of sage hit me from … Read more
There used to be a tiny farm-to-table café tucked behind an antique shop in the Hudson Valley that made the most unforgettable roasted Brussels sprouts. … Read more
I was standing in the middle of a hardware store, staring at a display of showerheads, when the plumber—a gruff man named Leo with sawdust … Read more