It's Not About Nutrition

There are some recipes that aren’t fancy, but they just stick. You make them once, everyone eats them without saying much (except maybe “pass me another one”), and then they’re in your regular rotation forever. These chicken fritters are like that. They remind me of the kind of cooking my grandma did — practical, not fussy, but still somehow perfect. In the Midwest, canned chicken isn’t just “a shortcut,” it’s a pantry hero. It’s what you use when you want something quick, filling, and warm without starting from scratch. And that’s exactly what these fritters are — warm little golden …

There’s just something about a pot of chili. You smell it before you even walk into the kitchen, and the smell kind of wraps around you like an old sweater. This isn’t fussy food. It’s the “come on in, grab a bowl, sit down” kind of food. This Chili Con Carne is big on flavor — a little smoky, a little spicy, rich enough that it feels special but still something you could make on a Tuesday night. It’s got Texas in its bones, but I’ll be honest, it’s traveled well. Once you’ve got the base recipe down, you can …

Some recipes just feel like they’ve been in the family forever, even if you only learned them last week. This Amish sour cream cornbread is one of those. It’s not fluffy like cake, and it’s not overly sweet either — this is the kind of cornbread that feels solid in your hands but still melts in your mouth. The Amish are great at keeping things simple — no fuss, no strange ingredients you’ve got to hunt down. Just honest, everyday pantry items that somehow make something you’ll want to eat warm from the pan. The sour cream is what makes …

You know how every summer barbecue has that table — the one with the cold salads, big bowls of pasta, and a plate of deviled eggs disappearing faster than the burgers? That’s basically my childhood. There was always somebody’s “famous” pasta salad and someone else’s “you have to try them” deviled eggs. And one day, I thought… why not just put them together? That’s how this “Eggcellent Pasta Delight” happened. Honestly, it’s just deviled egg flavors and pasta hanging out in the same bowl, and somehow it tastes like it’s always been a thing. Creamy, tangy, a little nostalgic. Why …

Potatoes and I go way back. Growing up in the Midwest, they weren’t just a side dish — they were the backbone of most dinners. Mashed, fried, roasted… you name it, my mom made it. And she had that uncanny ability to make a 10-pound bag disappear in just a few days. These mustard potato poppers are my little love letter to those Midwest roots, with a modern kick. They’ve got the cozy familiarity of roasted potatoes, but the mustard coating gives them this tangy, zippy personality that makes you want to eat them straight off the pan. And honestly? …

When I was a kid, summer meant two things: long afternoons where the air felt heavy and sweet, and more zucchini than anyone knew what to do with. My mom used to say if you left your car door unlocked in July, you’d come back to find the back seat full of squash from some well-meaning neighbor. And honestly? She wasn’t wrong. That’s why this zucchini cornbread casserole is such a gem. It takes that humble box of corn muffin mix you probably have in your pantry, folds in fresh zucchini from the garden (or the grocery store—no judgment here), …

You ever make something for dinner that surprises you? Like, you throw it together because you’ve got a pound of beef sitting in the fridge, maybe a bell pepper that’s looking a little too soft, and you think, Eh, I’ll just make rice and mix it all together. And then suddenly you’re sitting at the table, eyes wide, wondering why you haven’t been making this your whole life. That was me the first time I made dirty rice. I’d heard of it — Louisiana thing, right? — but never really paid attention. Then one night, I tried it. Thirty minutes …

I don’t know about you, but onion rings have always felt like a bit of an event to me. They weren’t something we had at home when I was a kid — unless you count the frozen ones Mama would throw in the oven when company came over. No, the real onion rings, the kind that crackle when you bite them and let out that little puff of steam, those were diner food. There’s a little drive-in two towns over that still serves them in a paper-lined basket. I’ll order a burger just to make it look like I’m there …

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 …

I don’t make this soup every day. It’s not a Tuesday-night-chicken-and-rice situation. This is the soup I make when I want to feel a little spoiled — like maybe I’ve earned a treat. It’s creamy, it’s rich, and if you bring it to the table with a basket of warm bread, people will think you worked a whole lot harder than you actually did. Bisque sounds fancy — French restaurants love to make it seem mysterious — but really, it’s just slow-cooked veggies, good broth, cream, and in this case, sweet crab and tender shrimp. The magic is in how …