Blueberry Sour Cream Coffee Cake........You know those mornings where nothing technically goes wrong, but everything feels off? I spilled coffee on the counter, not...
Warm 7-layer skillet dip........I don’t remember who invited who. That part is fuzzy. What I do remember is standing in my Queens kitchen—tiny, crooked...
The first time I had chicken yakitori, I was standing. That feels important.
No chair. No table. Just me, slightly jet-lagged, leaning against a counter...
Sicilian Fig Cookies.........The first time I ever heard the word cuccidati, I thought someone was sneezing. Or maybe cursing softly in Italian. It was...
Flourless chocolate cake..........I grew up dreaming about regular chocolate cake. Box mix. Licked-the-spoon kind of cake. The kind my mom made when report cards...
I need to be honest right out of the gate: this Simple One-Skillet Chicken Alfredo Pasta exists because I was tired. Like Queens-train-delayed-again, grocery-bag-cutting-into-my-hand,...
