Introduction My cousin Mark asked why I couldn’t just smear the butter under the skin instead of spending twenty minutes trying to get it evenly … Read more

Jess wasn’t trying to impress me. I’d stopped by her place on a random Thursday to drop off a book I’d borrowed, and the smell … Read more

I was standing in the frozen foods aisle last Tuesday, staring at a box of pre-made meatloaf with gravy, when the smell hit me. It … Read more

There used to be this tiny seafood spot tucked away on a side street in Portland called The Little Fish. They had this crispy-skinned salmon … Read more

The neighborhood potluck was in six hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing those elaborate casseroles and fancy salads that take all … Read more

I was standing in line at the hardware store—of all places—when the woman behind me started talking about dinner. Not in a casual, “what are … Read more