It's Not About Nutrition

There are certain dishes that just feel like home, aren’t there? For me, it’s deviled eggs. I can still picture my mom standing at the kitchen counter, peeling eggs with the radio humming in the background and her apron dusted in flour from earlier. She’d hand me one egg half—just one—and say, “Taste this filling and tell me if it needs more mustard.” I took that job way too seriously. By the time the platter hit the table, we’d already “taste-tested” a solid third of them. And when the family arrived? Forget it. Those eggs never stood a chance. So …

Okay, I’ve gotta tell you—this banana pudding has started fights at family functions. Not dramatic ones, mind you, but the kind where someone “accidentally” takes the last piece, and then suddenly five people are standing around the fridge pretending they “weren’t that into dessert anyway.” Yeah. That kind of banana pudding. I first made this on a whim after watching one of Paula Deen’s old reruns (you remember those days, right? Her laugh, that hair?). It looked simple enough and I had most of the stuff on hand. Honey… I had no idea what I was about to unleash. I …

Because sometimes you want something creamy and peppery, but your brain’s not up for complicated. So look, this started because I had chicken thighs and nothing resembling a plan. I’d been scrolling past “steak au poivre” recipes for years — they always looked delicious, but also kinda like something a person in a silk robe would make. Not me. I’m more of a messy bun and butter-splattered tea towel type. Anyway, I didn’t have steak, but I did have chicken. And peppercorns. And cream. And let me tell you — this ended up being one of those “oops, I made …

All the campfire feels — no mosquitoes, no smoke, no shoes required. You ever make something and immediately think, oh, this is dangerous? That was me the first time I made this S’mores Casserole. It started as a “just for fun” dessert for a weekend dinner, and I wasn’t expecting much. You know how sometimes crescent roll desserts can be a little… meh? Well. I was wrong. I pulled it out of the oven, chocolate all melty, marshmallows golden and puffed, cinnamon sugar glistening on top — and I knew I’d made a mistake. Not because it didn’t turn out. …

Soft. Chewy. Sweet. Like the cookie version of a big comfy sweater. You know how some recipes just feel a little luxurious, even though they’re ridiculously easy to make? That’s these cookie bars. They’ve got that buttery, rich, chewy middle, the crisp golden edges, and those fancy little white chocolate chips and macadamia nuts that make you feel like you’re eating something from a bakery — even if you’re just standing at the kitchen counter in slippers. I started making these when I wanted cookies but didn’t want to scoop dough. I know that sounds lazy, but listen… some days …

Hot, cheesy, garlicky — and impossible to stop picking at once it hits the table. Listen, if you’ve ever stood around a hot appetizer with a group of friends and slowly abandoned your manners in favor of just eating with your hands — you’re my kind of people. And this pull-apart bread? This is exactly that kind of food. It’s warm, cheesy, full of garlicky spinach-artichoke goodness, and baked with biscuit dough that gets crispy on the edges and pillowy in the middle. It’s not fancy. It’s not health food. But it is the kind of dish that disappears faster …

A little political, a lot delicious I have a soft spot for old recipes—the kind written in cursive on index cards, tucked behind cookbooks with broken spines. This one? Oh, honey, this one’s got a bit of presidential flair. Supposedly it was a favorite of Nancy Reagan’s—Vienna Bars. But honestly, you don’t need to care a lick about politics to fall head over heels for these sweet little things. The first time I made them, it was purely out of curiosity. I had leftover raspberry jam and a craving for something… old-fashioned. Not in a boring way, but in that …

You know how every family has that one holiday dessert? The kind people whisper about from the kitchen doorway, secretly hoping there’s an extra slice stashed in the back of the fridge? For us, it was always White Christmas Pie. It wasn’t the loudest dessert on the table — not like the caramel-drizzled cheesecake or Aunt Linda’s mile-high chocolate cake. But it was the one that disappeared the fastest. Light, creamy, not too sweet — kind of like snow if it were dessert. My mom would make it a day ahead, hiding it behind the cranberry sauce like it was …

You know that feeling when you’re digging through your holiday recipes and stumble on that one? The one that instantly smells like twinkling lights, Bing Crosby on vinyl, and your mom yelling, “Close the oven door, you’re letting all the heat out!” That’s these bars for me. Lebkuchen is one of those old-world Christmas treats that feels like it came straight from a snowy German village—spiced, a little nutty, touched with honey and citrus. Traditionally, it’s made in cookie form and sometimes requires specialty ingredients or way more time than I’ve got on a Wednesday in December. So, a few …

Let me tell y’all something — these green beans? They ain’t fancy. They don’t need to be. They’re real food. The kind that doesn’t apologize for taking its time, bubbling away on the back burner like it’s got nowhere to be — and neither do you. I grew up watching my mama and my granny throw these together without ever looking at a recipe. Just a big ol’ pot, a hunk of bacon, and the kind of patience you only learn from life and love and being raised right. They didn’t call it “slow food.” It was just…dinner. Now, I …