My neighbor, a retired mechanic named Frank, asked me why I couldn’t just throw everything in the Instant Pot at once. I was explaining my … Read more

The neighborhood chili cook-off was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, completely. I’d RSVP’d “yes” with a promise to bring my famous … Read more

I was standing in the produce aisle of our local Market Basket last Tuesday, staring at a bag of fresh cranberries like they held the … Read more

There used to be a tiny farm-to-table spot tucked behind a bike shop in Hudson, New York, called The Gathered Table. They made a stuffed … Read more