It's Not About Nutrition

You know those nights when you swear you’re done eating sugar for the week — then suddenly you’re on the couch, wrapped in your softest blanket, wishing you had something chocolatey to dig into? Yeah. Been there. This little chocolate lava cake saved me more than once. I remember the first time I made it — I’d promised my grandkids a “special dessert” after dinner, but forgot I was out of half the stuff I usually bake with. So I poked around the pantry, found a lonely box of cake mix, a packet of instant pudding I’d meant to use …

Alright, can we be real for a second? Some nights, the idea of cooking a “proper dinner” makes me want to run straight into the arms of cold cereal. Or worse — chips straight from the bag. Don’t look at me like that, I know I’m not the only one! That’s why I keep this Slow Cooker Baked Ziti tucked in my back pocket — figuratively, of course. I’ve made this more times than I can count, especially after long days when my feet ache, the dog needs walking, and my email inbox is still throwing tantrums. You just throw …

You ever notice how certain cookies just smell like a memory? These washboard cookies do that for me every single time. When I was a kid, my mom kept a battered old metal tin on top of the fridge — dented at the corners, probably older than she was. She’d fill it with these cookies on Saturday afternoons. If you were lucky enough to be around when she popped the lid, you got one (maybe two if you didn’t get caught). They’re not flashy cookies — no fancy frosting, no rainbow sprinkles. Just soft, crumbly, sweet little bites that taste …

Comfort food at its most honest. I’m gonna be real with you: this isn’t some gourmet Pinterest-perfect dinner.It’s not fancy. It’s not hard. And it sure doesn’t need a garnish unless you’re feelin’ cute. But you know what it is?Hot.Hearty.And it tastes like somebody cooked just for you. This Smoked Sausage and Potato Bake is the kind of meal that gets the whole house smelling like comfort. It reminds me of the way my mom used to cook when she was tired but still wanted to feed everyone something warm and filling. You throw it in the oven, put your …

You know what? Some days just beg for something warm and sweet — something that doesn’t fuss, doesn’t ask for fancy ingredients, and fills the whole house with the kind of smell that makes everyone wander in asking, “What’s cooking?” For me, that’s this rice pudding. I swear, every time I make it, I’m back in my childhood kitchen — my mom humming to herself, old floral apron tied around her waist, stirring a big pot while the windows fog up from the steam. She’d scoop out bowls for us while it was still bubbling, and we’d sit at the …

You know how some recipes just feel like home? Like the kind of dessert your aunt brings to every family BBQ—the one that mysteriously disappears before dinner’s even served? Well, that’s this cake. This ooey-gooey, chocolate-meets-coconut miracle of a dessert that tastes like a big ol’ Mounds bar melted straight into your baking dish. Except it’s even better, because it’s soft, moist (yeah, I said it), and chilled to perfection. I first made this Mounds Poke Cake during one of those “I need chocolate and I need it fast” moods. I had a box of cake mix, a can of …

There are days when nothing — and I mean nothing — hits quite like a big bowl of old-school comfort food. You know what I’m talking about… those hearty, homey dishes that smell like your mom’s kitchen and taste like a warm hug after a long day. Well, this Beefy Tomato Macaroni Soup? It’s that kind of meal. I first made this on a chilly Wednesday night last October when the fridge was nearly bare and I needed dinner in a hurry. I had a pound of ground beef, a can of tomato sauce, and half a box of elbows …

Let me tell you a little story. Back in the ’80s, on a road trip through Nebraska with two hungry kids in the back seat and my husband trying to read a paper map upside-down, we stumbled across this charming little diner off Highway 6. The sign out front read “Homemade Runzas Today!” We had no idea what a Runza was — but honey, once that flaky, golden pastry hit my lips and I tasted that warm, peppery beef and cabbage filling? I was sold. Runzas are like a warm hug from the Midwest. If a pot pie and a …