Thanksgiving Harvest Charcuterie Board with Fig Jam
It was 11:47 PM on a quiet Wednesday two weeks before Thanksgiving, and I was staring into the fridge like it held the answers to … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a quiet Wednesday two weeks before Thanksgiving, and I was staring into the fridge like it held the answers to … Read more
My brother Mark swore he hated sweet potato casserole. For years. Like, the kind of hatred that made him push his chair back from the … Read more
It was 4:00 PM the day before Thanksgiving and I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to bring a dessert to my sister-in-law’s. Everyone else would … Read more
My sister asked why I couldn’t just cook the turkey breast in the slow cooker with a stick of butter thrown on top. I started … Read more
The woman at the community garden plot next to mine watched me wrestling with a bag of green beans, trying to snap them all to … Read more
There used to be a little corner bakery on Elm Street, right next to the old video rental store, that made the most incredible popcorn … Read more
This was supposed to be a simple pumpkin loaf. You know, the kind you throw together on a Sunday afternoon, hoping for something cozy to … Read more
The summer I turned thirty, I found myself on a road trip through the Texas panhandle with a friend who swore by a particular gas … Read more
I was digging through the back of my pantry last Tuesday, looking for a can of black beans I swore I had, when my hand … Read more
My neighbor Sarah wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—mine had mysteriously vanished during a garage cleanup—and the smell hit … Read more