You know what? Some recipes remind me why I fell in love with cooking in the first place — not the fancy ones with fifteen spices I’ll never use again, but the good old reliable dishes that feel like home. …
You ever notice how, when things get tense, food’s the first thing to go? One minute you’re arguing about who forgot to pay the internet bill — the next, he’s holed up in the bedroom, your dinner table’s got a …
This Five Layer Dinner is hearty, nostalgic, and one of the best ranch-style casseroles I ever prepared. Layered into one-dish preparation: tender potatoes, seasoned ground beef, and fresh vegetables, baked to perfection. This particular item is perfectly delicious as it …
Some meals just feel like home, you know? This Baked Cream Cheese Chicken is one of those recipes that’s pure comfort — creamy, a little indulgent, but still light enough that you don’t need to change into sweatpants immediately after. …
You know what? I swear, the older I get, the more I love recipes that pretty much cook themselves. Back in my thirties, I’d fuss over three pots on the stove like some TV chef. Now? If I can toss …
The Kind of Dinner That Feels Like a Hug You ever come home after a day that just plain wore you out — the kind where your shoulders ache, the kids are bickering about nothing, and you’d sell your left …
A Little Sticky Chicken Story You know, some recipes just stick with you — pun fully intended. Sticky chicken has been that for me for years. I first stumbled on it when my kids were still young enough to think …
You know what? I’ll admit it — there are plenty of evenings when I just don’t feel like cooking. I love food, I love feeding people, but some days? I’d rather curl up on the couch with a book and …
The Easiest, Tastiest Side You’ll Make All Week You know, some days I wonder if my slow cooker knows me better than I know myself. I’ll toss a few things in there in the morning — half awake, hair still …
Can I tell you something funny? I used to think the slow cooker was just for soups or pot roast — you know, the Sunday stuff. But one rainy Tuesday, when the kids were still young and my husband called …
