Kid-Approved Roasted Delicata Squash with Maple Butter
It was 10:47 PM on a random Tuesday in October, and I had a very specific craving for something crispy, roasted, and sweet. I didn’t … Read more
It was 10:47 PM on a random Tuesday in October, and I had a very specific craving for something crispy, roasted, and sweet. I didn’t … Read more
The farmer at the Sunday market, an older woman named Rosa with dirt permanently wedged under her fingernails, watched me eyeing her acorn squash for … Read more
My sister-in-law had claimed to hate salad for thirty-seven years. Thirty-seven years. Sheโd pick around the lettuce in a taco, push garnish to the side … Read more
There used to be a tiny, red-painted cantina on a side street in Austin, called “La Casita de Lupe,” that made a white chicken chili … Read more
I was standing in the pasta aisle last Tuesday, staring at a box of lasagna noodles like they held the secrets to the universe, when … Read more
My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder on a drizzly Tuesday afternoon, and the smell hit me … Read more
My seven-year-old nephew asked why I couldn’t just dump the buffalo sauce right into the shredded chicken before it went into the sweet potatoes. I … Read more
I was standing in line at the hardware storeโof all placesโwaiting to return a paint sprayer that had frankly betrayed me, when the plumber in … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a rainy Thursday, and I was staring into the fridge like it held the secrets to the universe. A very … Read more
My neighbor across the hall asked why I couldn’t just use the bagged bread cubes from the store. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more