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A saucy, meaty, peppery classic straight from the heart of the Midwest You know those recipes that just stick with you? Not the flashy, Pinterest-perfect ones—but the real, dependable dishes. The ones that show up on your table on a random Tuesday night, or during a snowstorm, or when your cousin unexpectedly brings her new boyfriend to dinner. The ones that feel like a hug without making a big fuss about it. This is one of those recipes. Chicago Spaghetti isn’t fancy. It doesn’t come with shaved truffle or 47-minute YouTube instructions. But what it does have is soul. It’s …

Let me tell you something — the first time I made this dish, I wasn’t expecting anything fancy. It was one of those humid late-July evenings when the last thing you want to do is crank up the oven. I had some cherry tomatoes on the counter, basil growing like wildfire out back, and a box of angel hair that had been hanging around the pantry a little too long. Then I remembered Ina. You know Ina — calm, unbothered, with her signature chambray shirt and that peaceful East Hampton kitchen. I pulled out her Summer Garden Pasta recipe, and …

So let me paint the picture: it’s one of those gray, chilly evenings — the kind that makes your bones feel older than they are. I was staring down a half-wilted bunch of spinach in the fridge, wondering if I could stretch it into something warm and comforting without making another boring salad. And then I remembered this creamy, cheesy enchilada dish I had years ago at a friend’s potluck. It was rich, it was green, and it had that perfect little zip of heat that kind of snuck up on you. I’ve been tinkering with my own version ever …

You know those evenings when you’re staring into the fridge, wondering what on earth you’re going to make for dinner — again? That’s exactly how this recipe was born. I had a half-used tub of French onion dip from the weekend (hello, football snacks), a pound of ground beef thawing on the counter, and a big ol’ bag of egg noodles just waiting for their turn. I didn’t plan to make a casserole, but sometimes the best dinners aren’t planned — they just happen. Well, friends, this one turned out so creamy, savory, and downright comforting, I had to write …

Let me tell you a little secret. One evening, I found myself staring at a sack of baby potatoes and wondering—What haven’t I done to you yet? I’d roasted them, boiled them, smashed them, even air-fried them. But I wanted something bold. Something different. And frankly, I wanted to use what I had on hand, because I wasn’t about to run to the store in slippers and wet hair. That’s when I spotted a jar of mayonnaise. Now, I know what you’re thinking—Mayo? In the oven? Won’t that be weird? But I’d heard whispers about mayonnaise-roasted vegetables and decided to …