This was supposed to be baked chicken. Just your standard, throw-it-in-a-dish-with-some-breading-and-hope-for-the-best kind of Tuesday night dinner. I had the chicken thighs thawed, the breadcrumbs measured, … Read more
It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday, and I had a desperate craving for something sticky, smoky, and sweet. I didn’t have the patience … Read more
Last Tuesday, I was staring into my pantry feeling completely uninspired. You know that moment when you’re hungry but nothing sounds good, and the thought … Read more
I used to think breakfast muffins were a gimmick. For years, I said it. “They’re just baked eggs in a tin,” I’d tell anyone who … Read more
There used to be a tiny Italian place on the corner of Elm and 3rd, just past the dry cleaner that always smelled like steam … Read more
