Washboard Cookies
You ever notice how certain cookies just smell like a memory? These washboard cookies do that for me every single time. When I was a kid, my mom kept a battered old metal tin on top of the fridge — …
You ever notice how certain cookies just smell like a memory? These washboard cookies do that for me every single time. When I was a kid, my mom kept a battered old metal tin on top of the fridge — …
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 …
A Sweet Slow Cooker Hug You know what? I can’t look at a bunch of spotty bananas without thinking about my grandma. She’d keep them on the windowsill, waiting for just the right level of “too ripe for anything but …
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 …
You know, I’ve made meatloaf a hundred ways — in the oven, in a cast iron pan, even once in a Dutch oven on a camping trip (don’t ask — it almost worked). But the first time I tried this …
You know, some nights I just don’t want to cook. There, I said it. At 50, I’ve cooked more dinners than I care to count — some fancy, some flops, some that saved my sanity when life got chaotic. This …