If there’s one smell that can send me straight back to my childhood kitchen faster than you can say “supper’s ready!” — it’s cabbage gently simmering away with butter and garlic. Growing up smack dab in the Midwest, cabbage wasn’t …
When I was little, Saturday nights at my grandma’s house almost always smelled like onions slowly turning gold in a big cast-iron skillet. She didn’t fuss with fancy recipes — just good, hearty food that made your belly warm and …
You know, when I was raising my kids out here in the Midwest, there were plenty of days when I felt like the only time we all sat in one spot together was dinner time. Soccer cleats kicked off by …
you know, some nights just call for something that feels like you’ve fussed all day — but you haven’t. This pork tenderloin is exactly that kind of supper. I can’t tell you how many chilly evenings I’ve come home, arms …
You know those dinners that make you feel like you’ve got your life together — even when the laundry’s still in the dryer and the dog’s barking at the mail truck again? This is that dinner for me. I can’t …
I still remember the first time I made this Slow Cooker 4-Ingredient Beef Stew — it was one of those gray, drizzly Thursdays when the kids had soccer practice, I had a to-do list longer than my arm, and the …
You ever have one of those weeks where you just can’t bring yourself to stand at the stove for an hour, but you still crave something that tastes like you tried? That’s exactly how this pasta came to be in …
Slow Cooker 5-Ingredient Beef Stew There’s just something about beef stew, isn’t there? Maybe it’s because it tastes like Sunday at Grandma’s — or maybe it’s just the simple comfort of coming home, peeling off your coat, and smelling that …
You ever have one of those days where you mean to make something fancy, but real life says, “Not today, honey”? That’s how this soup was born in my house. Years ago, I had every intention of making my mom’s …
Dinner that basically makes itself — while you do literally anything else. There’s a good chance I owe my sanity to this recipe. Some folks swear by yoga or those fancy weighted blankets — me? I trust a pound of …
