Appetizers & Snacks

My neighbor, a woman named Carol who gardens like a zen master and never raises her voice, claimed for years that she hated themed snacks. … Read more

The PTA Halloween party was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Not just the potluck sign-up—the entire event. My son had reminded me that … Read more

My neighbor, a retired florist named Ruth, asked me why I couldn’t just put the cheese on a big wooden board and call it dinner. … Read more

My neighbor, a quiet guy named Leo who mostly keeps to himself, asked why I couldn’t just pipe the yolk mixture onto a plate in … Read more

Kate wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by her place on a random Tuesday afternoon to drop off a book I’d borrowed, and the … Read more

My brother swore he hated Halloween. The whole thing. The costumes, the decorations, the endless candy debates. For years, he’d hide out in his room … Read more

This was supposed to be roasted butternut squash soup. I had the squash cubed, the onions diced, the stock simmering on the stove. But somewhere … Read more

The neighborhood block party was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to bring the appetizer. Everyone else would be showing up … Read more

My niece asked why I couldn’t just draw a spider web on top of the dip instead of trying to pipe it in perfect concentric … Read more

I swore I didn’t do themed food. For years. Every October, I’d watch friends post their mummy hot dogs and spiderweb dips on social media, … Read more