There is a specific kind of tired that only a Tuesday can produce. The kind where you open the fridge, stare for a full minute, and close it again because nothing in there looks like dinner. That was the exact scene in my kitchen last fall when this casserole was born. I had a pound … Read more
I will be honest with you: I have spent an embarrassing amount of money on restaurant broccoli cheddar soup. There was a stretch a few years ago when, every time life got stressful, I would drive straight to the nearest bakery-cafe and order a bread bowl of it. It became my comfort ritual. Then one … Read more
I was deeply skeptical the first time someone told me to put cottage cheese in pasta sauce. Cottage cheese belonged in two places in my mind: next to canned peaches at a 1980s salad bar, or in lasagna filling. It did not belong in alfredo. But my sister, who has the persistence of a telemarketer, … Read more
Some recipes earn their place in my kitchen through years of tradition. This one earned it through pure laziness, and I mean that as the highest praise. A few years ago, I was craving fajitas on a night when I had zero interest in standing over a skillet, babysitting strips of chicken in batches. So … Read more
There is a special kind of tired that only weeknights produce. It is 6 p.m., everyone is hungry, the fridge is doing its best, and the thought of washing three pots makes you want to order takeout and call it a life choice. I have been there more times than I can count. And that … Read more