Main Dishes

A few summers ago, I stumbled upon a backyard potluck where one dish disappeared before anything else even had a

I still remember the first time I cooked a real meal in my own apartment—no roommates, no frozen dinners, just

When I first moved into my own apartment, my kitchen was laughably understocked—just a dull knife, one skillet, and a

There’s something almost magical about discovering a recipe that checks all the boxes: simple ingredients, minimal hands-on time, loads of

Growing up, I was the kid who artfully dodged vegetables at every family gathering. While others loaded their plates with

It all started on a lazy Sunday morning when I craved something warm, comforting, and just a little indulgent. I

It was a rainy Tuesday night when I first stumbled upon the story of Assassin’s Spaghetti. The name alone stopped

I still remember the first time I tried Indian butter chicken. It was a cold Thursday evening after a long

There’s something about a bubbling, savory casserole that always reminds me of weeknights in my first apartment. With a tiny

I still remember the first time I had gumbo. It was a rainy Sunday in New Orleans, and the aroma