Appetizers

My neighbor Mrs. Kowalski watched me struggling with a limp, sad-looking potato salad at our block party last June and didn’t say anything at first. … Read more

I was unloading groceries last Thursday when the smell hit me. Not from the bags—from the parking lot, drifting over from the food truck that … Read more

Last Tuesday, my partner and I decided to skip our usual takeout routine. We had been running on autopilot for weeks—work, dinner, TV, sleep—and I … Read more

My nephew asked me last week why I couldn’t just roll the sandwich instead of cutting it flat. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

This was supposed to be a proper bento box. I had the little silicone cups, the nori punch, the tiny sauce containers—the whole nine yards. … Read more

I was standing in the checkout line at Target last Tuesday when the person ahead of me had a cart absolutely piled high with bags … Read more

I used to think appetizers were a waste of oven space. Honestly, there I said it. For years, I’d watch people crowd around a table … Read more

The Super Bowl party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to bring appetizers. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate … Read more

The guy behind the counter at the corner market watched me squinting at the beer selection for a solid two minutes before he said anything. … Read more

I was standing in line at the hardware store, of all places, holding a new drill bit I didn’t really need, when the woman behind … Read more