Slow Cooker

There used to be a tiny diner off Highway 9 in upstate New York called The Blue Plate that made chicken and dumplings so good … Read more

There used to be a tiny, dimly lit diner called “The Rusty Spoon” tucked away on a side street in my old neighborhood that made … Read more

My phone buzzed at 3:47 PM on a Thursday. It was my sister: “Mom’s birthday dinner is TONIGHT at 6. You’re bringing the main dish.” … Read more

Let’s be honest, finding a dinner that pleases everyone at a party or family gathering can feel impossible. Someone’s always picky, someone’s always hungry, and … Read more

I was standing in the frozen food aisle of my local grocery store last Tuesday, just staring at a bag of frozen green beans. It … Read more

My sister asked why I couldn’t just throw the potatoes in the slow cooker and forget about them. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

The woman at the community garden plot next to mine watched me fumbling with a bag of dried beans on a Tuesday afternoon. I was … Read more

I was at the hardware store, of all places, buying a new showerhead—mine had started doing this weird sputtering thing that sounded like a dying … Read more

My neighbor asked me why I couldn’t just put all the vegetables in at the same time as the beef. I started to explain why … Read more

There used to be a tiny, sun-faded taqueria on the corner of 12th and Walnut in my old neighborhood that made a chicken tortilla soup … Read more