It's Not About Nutrition

You know how some desserts just feel like a hug? That’s this cake. Italian Love Cake has been floating around for decades — I first had it at my neighbor Teresa’s kitchen table back in the early ’90s. She served it with coffee after Sunday dinner, and I swear, nobody talked for a good minute. Just forks clinking and little sighs of joy. It’s got this magical thing going on where the layers flip as it bakes. You pour the chocolate cake batter in, then the ricotta cheese mixture — and somehow, mid-oven, they trade places. Like a little love …

There are days when I’m juggling laundry, running to the grocery store (again), trying to remember if I fed the dog, and thinking, “What in the world am I making for dinner?” And it’s always on those extra tired, zero-energy days that I need a recipe that doesn’t talk back or ask a million questions. Just quiet, reliable, delicious food. That’s where these Slow Cooker Coca-Cola Ribs come in. They saved me one Tuesday evening when I had exactly five minutes to throw something together before running out the door. I came back a few hours later, opened that lid, …

You know how some recipes feel like they’ve been handed down not just through families, but through time itself? Well, Mamie Eisenhower’s fudge is one of those. I first made it because of the name — “Million Dollar Fudge” just sounds like something you need in your life, right? But after that first batch, I wasn’t just hooked. I was loyal. I’ve since made it for cookie exchanges, holiday trays, church bake sales, and once for a neighbor who was having a very bad Tuesday. This fudge doesn’t just satisfy a sweet tooth — it comforts. It’s familiar. It tastes …

Y’all, this is fried comfort with a little kick. Let me set the scene: it was one of those Saturdays where the fridge was half-empty but the pickle jar was still full. You know the kind. I had some chicken breasts, a carton of eggs, and the usual odds and ends. Wasn’t in the mood for a boring ol’ grilled chicken situation. Then I saw those dill pickles sittin’ in the back of the fridge, just mindin’ their business—and I thought, Why not toss ’em in with some chicken and see what happens? Well, what happened was magic. Crispy edges. …

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 shoe for five minutes of quiet? Well, this slow cooker ham and potatoes stew with bacon won’t fix everything (I wish!), but it sure does help. I’ve been making some version of this since my kids were in grade school — back then, we’d stagger in after soccer practice or a choir concert, and the second that front door swung …

Years ago, I brought a tray of these to a holiday party at my friend Susan’s house. You know the kind — twinkle lights everywhere, kids running wild, adults huddled near the snacks trying to pretend they weren’t going back for thirds. I set the warm tray down, turned around to hang up my coat… and when I came back? Gone. Not one left. Someone even asked if I had another batch in the car. That’s when I knew I had something special. There’s just something about that combination — smoky sausage, salty bacon, that caramelized brown sugar crust — …

I wasn’t planning to share this one. Not because it’s a secret or anything—heaven knows I don’t keep recipes to myself—but because it almost feels too simple. Like, embarrassingly simple. But here we are, a few weeks from Christmas, and I’m staring down a fridge that’s already working overtime and a calendar that looks like it’s lost its mind. So I’m breaking my silence. Every December, without fail, I make this cranberry chicken casserole. Just three ingredients. No chopping, no whisking, no standing over the stove muttering, “Why did I decide to host again?” It’s warm and festive and somehow …

Let me tell you something — there’s just something about apples and cinnamon that pulls me right back to Saturday mornings at my grandma’s house. You know the kind — where the windows fog up from the oven, the dog’s underfoot hoping for scraps, and the whole place smells like a Yankee Candle (but the real version). Now, I love a good apple fritter. Who doesn’t? But standing over the fryer at 8 a.m. isn’t quite my idea of a relaxing weekend anymore. These days, I’m more about big-batch comfort that feeds a crowd and lets me sit down with …

Bold, beefy, just a little spicy — and the kind of meal that makes everyone around the table happy to be home. Let me tell y’all a little something. This soup? It’s not just dinner. It’s what you make when you need dinner to do the most — warm everyone up, stretch a pound of ground beef, and make the whole house smell like comfort. I threw this together on a chilly afternoon, with laundry in the dryer and not a single clue what we were gonna eat that night. And I swear, by the time my husband walked through …

Some secrets are meant to stay hidden — like the time I accidentally switched sugar for salt in my Thanksgiving pie and smiled through it like a champ. Others, though? They’re too good to keep. This cake? Oh honey, this is that kind of secret. Deep, dark, rich, and mysterious in all the best ways — and yes, it involves boxed cake mix, a splash of dark rum, and an unapologetic drizzle of ganache. It’s the kind of cake you bring to a potluck and walk out 30 minutes later with zero leftovers and three recipe requests tucked in your …