I want a burrito bowl right now. Not a maybe-one, not a let-me-think-about-it—a full-on, loaded, chicken-and-rice-and-beans situation. But here’s the problem: I have zero energy, … Read more
The farmer’s market had a mountain of butternut squash the second week of October, and I bought three of them without a plan. You know … Read more
Third time in as many weeks, and I finally stopped fighting the urge to call it a phase. The first one was a test—half a … Read more
My neighbor actually texted me a photo of her empty plate last November with the caption, “I licked it. No shame.” That was the moment … Read more
Late October dusk, and the only thing I wanted was a bowl of something that didn’t need babysitting. The fridge held chicken, a bag of … Read more
I was halfway through peeling the fourth apple when I realized I was making dessert for two people, not a small army. The recipe in … Read more
My husband looked at the pile of potatoes on the counter and said, “You know, I don’t think slow cookers can do soup right.” He’d … Read more
By Wednesday, I had made these bowls three times in five days, and the fourth batch was already cooling on the counter. That’s not normal, … Read more
Three cucumbers sat in my fridge, and I was pretty sure they were destined for the compost bin. They had been sitting there for almost … Read more
“You really made muffins just for us?” My neighbor, Maria, stood at my door holding a cup of coffee, eyeing the warm tin foil in … Read more
