Main Dishes

It was a chilly Sunday afternoon when I first made red wine braised short ribs. I had just returned from

There’s something magical about turning flour and eggs into silky ribbons of pasta, especially when you’re doing it from scratch

There’s something timeless about coming home to the warm, savory aroma of slow-cooked chicken and gravy. I still remember the

There was a time when I believed delicious noodle dishes were the exclusive domain of fancy takeout or long ingredient

There’s something soul-soothing about a bowl of creamy Italian sausage pasta. I still remember the first time I made it—it

There’s something comforting about a bubbling pot of Bolognese sauce on the stove. I remember the first time I made

There’s something undeniably comforting about a warm bowl of soup on a cold evening, especially when it practically makes itself.

There’s something undeniably satisfying about preparing a dish that feels like it belongs on a restaurant menu—but is made with

The first time I made this Santa Fe Chicken Skillet, it was out of desperation on a weeknight when I

When I first started cooking for myself, I remember the intimidating silence that filled the kitchen the moment I turned