My neighbor Gina watched me hauling groceries up the back steps one Tuesday afternoon, three bags in each hand and a loaf of bread clamped … Read more

I used to think chili without beans was just… wrong. Honestly, I was that person. For years, I’d side-eye anyone who suggested a bean-less chili, … Read more

This was supposed to be a butternut squash soup. I had the whole thing planned out—a classic, creamy, slightly sweet soup that I’d made a … Read more

My neighbor Kate wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—our fence had blown down in a storm the night before—and … Read more

My neighbor asked why I couldn’t just use a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store. I was mid-lecture—okay, mid-explanation—about how real chicken noodle soup needed … Read more