It's Not About Nutrition

I’ve got a confession: I used to groan when someone handed me a bag of zucchini from their garden. Don’t get me wrong—it’s a sweet gesture. But what was I supposed to do with five pounds of it? You can only make so much zucchini bread, and honestly, my freezer’s still holding hostage a few loaves from last year. Then came these Zucchini Drop Biscuits, and let me tell you—they changed my tune real quick. It started with a “use-what-you-have” dinner situation. We were out of bread. Out of crackers. I had cheese, green onions, and… yep, a lonely zucchini …

Seafood wasn’t a regular guest at our table growing up in the Midwest. We were more of a meatloaf and mashed potatoes family. But every once in a while, Mama would surprise us — a little shrimp cocktail at Christmas, maybe a can of crab meat mixed into something “fancy” for Sunday lunch. And just like that, our dining room felt like it had drifted a few hundred miles closer to the ocean. This salad? It scratches that same itch for me now, only without the wait for a holiday. It’s creamy, a little briny, and has that Old Bay …

  Whenever January rolls around and the days start layering up with gray skies and chilly winds, I can practically smell my grandma’s pork and sauerkraut bubbling away before I even walk in the door. This isn’t just any midwinter meal—it’s a tradition, a little superstition, and easily one of my all-time comfort food loves. We made it every single New Year’s Day (and honestly, a handful of other blustery days when someone just needed a pick-me-up). Something about that tangy sauerkraut with tender pork, all slow-cooked together, just feels like a cozy hug you can eat. Plus, pop it …

The recipe that saves dinner when you’ve got zero energy left but still want something that tastes like a hug. Alright. So here’s what happened—one evening, I had a fridge full of nothing, a freezer full of meatballs I forgot I bought, and exactly no desire to turn on the oven or wash another pan. You ever have one of those days? The kind where the idea of “making dinner” feels like someone asked you to run a marathon in house slippers? Anyway, I started throwing things into the slow cooker. A can of mushroom soup. Some leftover Velveeta. Half …

You ever have one of those nights where you’re just done? Like, the kind of tired where even ordering takeout feels like too much effort? Well, a few weeks ago, I had one of those nights. I opened the fridge, stared into the cold abyss of mismatched leftovers and condiments, and thought, Lord, I need a hug in casserole form. So I made this.A warm, creamy, cheesy Swedish Meatball Noodle Bake.And let me tell you—it saved the evening. It’s one of those dishes that feels like comfort food royalty but doesn’t take a whole production to pull off. It’s got …

You know those nights when the couch is calling your name before you’ve even kicked off your shoes? Yeah. That’s exactly when Slow Cooker Baked Ziti comes to the rescue. I used to think “comfort food” meant standing over a bubbling pot for hours — stirring sauces, checking pasta, fighting with the oven timer. I love cooking, truly — but not when the only thing keeping my eyes open is sheer willpower (and maybe the promise of leftover birthday cake in the fridge). So, what’s the fix? This: a cozy pasta dish that practically cooks itself while you get your …

I’m gonna be honest with you—this salad isn’t fancy. It won’t win any Michelin stars. Heck, it barely qualifies as a “salad” if you ask the lettuce purists. But you know what? It’s the first thing gone at every cookout. I first tasted this little bowl of joy at a Fourth of July potluck years ago. My friend Karen brought it in a big ol’ Tupperware and said, “Try this, you’ll thank me later.” I did. I did thank her. Then I asked for the recipe, made it the next weekend, and now it’s in my regular summer rotation like …

You ever cook something and just know before it even hits the table that it’s going to be a repeat recipe? That was this. It was a Monday, I had chicken in the fridge and a jar of marinara that was two days away from getting tossed, and I thought—“Let’s see what happens.” Well, what happened was cheesy, saucy, golden-edged bliss. The kind of meal that makes everyone stop mid-bite and go, “Wait—what is this?” And honestly, I didn’t even try that hard. It’s just that kind of dish. It reminds me of the baked chicken my mom used to …

The kind of dessert that hushes a room mid-bite. You ever make something so simple, so quietly perfect, that you surprise even yourself? That was this pie for me. A few summers ago, I brought it to a family reunion—you know, the kind with kids doing cannonballs in the pool, aunts gossiping under patio umbrellas, and at least five crockpots plugged in near the garage. I had just enough time that morning to toss this together and pray it’d chill in time. Well, turns out it stole the show. Folks were skipping over peach cobbler and banana pudding for a …