This was supposed to be a batch of classic oatmeal cookies. I grabbed the wrong jar—peanut butter instead of brown sugar—the mixer was on the … Read more
There used to be this tiny bakery tucked away on a quiet street in Portland’s Sellwood neighborhood that made the most incredible double chocolate zucchini … Read more
Introduction “Hand me that bowl,” my neighbor said as I dropped by to borrow some sugar on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I wasn’t expecting much, … Read more
Introduction My neighbor watched me struggling with a melting ice cream mess on the kitchen counter and didn’t say anything at first. Then, she quietly … Read more
My friend Mark had claimed for years that he couldn’t stand anything called “cowboy caviar.” Seriously, he’d scoff at the mention of it at every … Read more
“Why can’t we just toss the berries together and call it a day?” my friend asked one chilly Saturday afternoon as we stood in my … Read more
It was 11:37 PM on a sleepy Wednesday, and I was hit with this wild craving for something crunchy, cheesy, and maybe a little green. … Read more
Introduction There used to be a tiny seaside café tucked away on a cliffside in Maine that made this fresh cucumber watermelon salad with feta … Read more
“The summer I turned thirty, my neighbor wasn’t making a big deal of it. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder, and before I even … Read more
The neighborhood bake sale was in less than two hours and I realized I’d completely forgotten to prepare anything. Everyone else was hauling in multi-layer … Read more
