It's Not About Nutrition

Okay, I’ve got a confession: I didn’t invent this recipe. But I have made it so many times that I could slice the cheese with my eyes closed (though I don’t recommend that). The first time I put this plate out was at our neighborhood holiday potluck. You know the one — someone brings crockpot meatballs, there’s always two broccoli casseroles, and everything disappears way too fast. I walked in with this platter of cheese — soaked in a garlicky red pepper vinaigrette — and plopped it down without much thought. Well, within ten minutes, people were hovering like bees …

Let me tell you a little secret. One evening, I found myself staring at a sack of baby potatoes and wondering—What haven’t I done to you yet? I’d roasted them, boiled them, smashed them, even air-fried them. But I wanted something bold. Something different. And frankly, I wanted to use what I had on hand, because I wasn’t about to run to the store in slippers and wet hair. That’s when I spotted a jar of mayonnaise. Now, I know what you’re thinking—Mayo? In the oven? Won’t that be weird? But I’d heard whispers about mayonnaise-roasted vegetables and decided to …

It was one of those early fall afternoons where you’ve got laundry half-folded, emails halfway answered, and a very loud craving for something sweet. Not a full pie, mind you—something easier. Less commitment. I peeked into the fridge and saw one lonely sheet of puff pastry, a couple apples sitting pretty in the fruit bowl, and a bottle of honey I forgot I had. Next thing I knew, my kitchen smelled like an orchard met a bakery, and I was standing over the oven thinking, Okay, these are ridiculous—in the best way. They’re not fancy. They’re not fussy. But good …

You know those evenings when you’re staring into the fridge, wondering what on earth you’re going to make for dinner — again? That’s exactly how this recipe was born. I had a half-used tub of French onion dip from the weekend (hello, football snacks), a pound of ground beef thawing on the counter, and a big ol’ bag of egg noodles just waiting for their turn. I didn’t plan to make a casserole, but sometimes the best dinners aren’t planned — they just happen. Well, friends, this one turned out so creamy, savory, and downright comforting, I had to write …

So let me paint the picture: it’s one of those gray, chilly evenings — the kind that makes your bones feel older than they are. I was staring down a half-wilted bunch of spinach in the fridge, wondering if I could stretch it into something warm and comforting without making another boring salad. And then I remembered this creamy, cheesy enchilada dish I had years ago at a friend’s potluck. It was rich, it was green, and it had that perfect little zip of heat that kind of snuck up on you. I’ve been tinkering with my own version ever …

aka the one thing everyone grabs before the football even starts. You ever show up to a get-together and think, Please, Lord, let there be something besides sad chips and grocery store cookies? I have. Too many times. So a while back, I started bringing these Italian Sub Bites to potlucks, tailgates, even my neighbor Carol’s backyard wine night (don’t ask, she gets real rowdy with rosé). Let me tell you—these things disappear. Every. Single. Time. And the best part? You don’t need an oven. You don’t need fancy tools. Heck, you barely need a reason to make them. They’re …

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’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 …

Let me tell y’all something. The first time I had this French Quarter Pecan Cream Cheese Spread, I was standing barefoot in my cousin Lila’s kitchen in Baton Rouge. It was one of those steamy June afternoons, the kind where the air feels like warm syrup. Lila had set out this little dish — just a block of cream cheese, dressed up in a rich, brown-sugar pecan sauce that shimmered like molasses. I’ll be honest: I didn’t expect much. But honey, one bite on a wheat cracker and I about lost my mind. It was creamy, savory, sweet, a little …

You ever bite into something that stops you mid-chew — not because it’s fancy, but because it tastes like someone’s hug? That’s exactly how I feel about Polish hamburgers. They’re not flashy. No crusty baguette, no brioche bun, not even a pickle in sight. But honey, when that fork slices into a juicy pork-and-beef patty smothered in creamy mushroom gravy… well, you just know you’re home. These were always on my grandma’s “fridge-cleaning” rotation. You know the type — she’d eyeball a half pack of saltines, a stubborn green bell pepper, a forgotten onion in the crisper, and somehow? Dinner. …