All Posts By Jennifer

You know what? Some nights, I just want dinner to cook itself. Maybe you know the feeling too — those days when you’re running errands, helping with homework, chasing the dog out of the neighbor’s yard (again), and all you really want is to plop down at the end of it all to something warm and comforting. Beef stroganoff has been that dish for me since I was a kid. My mom made it the old-fashioned way, standing over the stove with a whisk in one hand and the phone tucked under her chin. These days, I’m all about that …

You know, every family has that dish. The one you pull out when the weather turns cold and you’re craving something that feels like a warm hug. For me, it’s this Slow Cooker Herb-Crusted Pork Tenderloin — with that creamy Dijon sauce that makes you want to lick the spoon when no one’s looking (and sometimes when they are looking — no shame here). I first made this when my youngest had the flu and nobody really wanted to eat. I thought maybe if the house smelled good enough, she’d nibble something. I threw this in the slow cooker before …

You know, some recipes just sneak up on you. You’re standing in your kitchen, rummaging through the fridge at 5:37 p.m., half-hungry, half-grumpy — and suddenly, you realize you’ve got just enough of everything to pull something delicious together. That’s exactly how this Baked Onion Beef Fried Rice came about in my house. I had a bowl of leftover rice sitting all lonely in the back of the fridge, a pound of ground beef I’d forgotten to freeze (oops), and a stubborn onion that kept rolling off my counter all week. And because I can’t leave well enough alone, I …

You know what? Some days just beg for something warm and sweet — something that doesn’t fuss, doesn’t ask for fancy ingredients, and fills the whole house with the kind of smell that makes everyone wander in asking, “What’s cooking?” For me, that’s this rice pudding. I swear, every time I make it, I’m back in my childhood kitchen — my mom humming to herself, old floral apron tied around her waist, stirring a big pot while the windows fog up from the steam. She’d scoop out bowls for us while it was still bubbling, and we’d sit at the …

You know what? Pulled pork with BBQ sauce is one of those things that just feels like home to me. Every time I make it, I’m instantly back at my grandma’s backyard in Illinois — where the grass was always a little too long, someone was yelling for more ice, and the picnic table was sagging under the weight of all that good food. Back then, it wasn’t about fancy marinades or gadgets — it was about good pork, slow heat, and that unmistakable sweet, smoky smell drifting down the street. Folks would show up just because they caught a …