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Okay. Let me just say this right off the bat:I did not expect this salad to be a hit. I really didn’t. It’s peas. You know? Not exactly thrilling. But years ago, I saw a version of this floating around in one of those old church cookbooks — the kind with hand-drawn little veggies in the margins and at least four recipes for “congealed salad.” I gave it a shot. Tossed it together one weekend when we had friends coming by. I figured, hey, worst-case scenario, we’ll eat it ourselves all week. Well. We did not have leftovers. And now …

A few summers back, during one of those heatwaves that made me question everything — including my decision to bake a peach cobbler in the middle of the day — I stumbled into what I now call my “house iced tea.” Not because I serve it in a house (though I do), but because it’s the one I keep coming back to, over and over, like an old pair of sandals or my favorite porch chair. It started with leftover strawberries and a lemon I forgot I had. Toss in a couple tea bags and some ice, and next thing …

You know how some recipes just feel like home? Like the kind of dessert your aunt brings to every family BBQ—the one that mysteriously disappears before dinner’s even served? Well, that’s this cake. This ooey-gooey, chocolate-meets-coconut miracle of a dessert that tastes like a big ol’ Mounds bar melted straight into your baking dish. Except it’s even better, because it’s soft, moist (yeah, I said it), and chilled to perfection. I first made this Mounds Poke Cake during one of those “I need chocolate and I need it fast” moods. I had a box of cake mix, a can of …

I’ll be honest — I didn’t grow up eating haystacks. We were more of a boxed brownie mix kind of household. But one day, years ago, I was standing in the kitchen, craving something sweet with a little crunch and zero patience. I wasn’t about to preheat the oven or pull out a stand mixer. It was one of those days. That’s when I remembered something I saw in an old church cookbook — peanut butter haystacks.Only I didn’t have the exact ingredients. So I played around. Tossed in some chow mein noodles, stirred in peanuts, added a swirl of …

A humble potato, just a little dressed up… Can I tell you a secret? Some nights, I don’t want to “make dinner.” I want to toss something simple in the oven, pour a glass of red, and pretend the world isn’t spinning quite so fast. That’s where these Sheet Pan Scored Potatoes come in. They’re warm, crispy, golden on top and soft inside — kind of like a hug in food form. And honestly? They look way fancier than they are. My husband swore I’d bought them from some “gourmet market.” (I let him believe that for a minute.) But …

There’s something about the smell of lemon and butter mingling in the air that instantly brings me back to Grandma’s kitchen on a chilly Sunday afternoon. She wasn’t the type to fuss over food. Everything had a rhythm. The potatoes were always peeled before church, the bread was warming in the oven by four, and the fish? Well, the fish practically cooked itself—tucked into the slow cooker while she caught up on her stories and hollered at Grandpa to set the table. That’s the kind of cooking I grew up with—easygoing, full of flavor, and built on the backbone of …