Appetizers

I was standing in line at a gas station off Interstate 95 last Tuesday when the smell of boiled dough hit me. It wasn’t subtle. … Read more

I was halfway through a Tuesday—not a game day, not a party day, just a regular, slightly boring Tuesday—when my accountant, Mr. Henderson, called. Now, … Read more

My seven-year-old nephew asked why I couldn’t just stuff a jalapeño with cheese and wrap it in bacon. I started to explain why that wouldn’t … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Tuesday in September, and I was wide awake with a very specific, almost aggressive craving for crispy chicken … Read more

My brother-in-law, Mark, had claimed for years to hate cauliflower. “It’s just sad, white broccoli,” he’d say every time I brought a tray of roasted … Read more

It was 11:45 PM on a rainy Thursday, and I was staring into the open fridge like it owed me money. My kid had that … Read more

I was standing in the fluorescent-lit aisle of a convenience store last Sunday when the smell of fried dough and sharp cheddar hit me. It … Read more

The office holiday party was in six hours and I had completely forgotten to bring anything. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate charcuterie boards, artisanal … Read more

There used to be a sports bar called The End Zone on 4th Street that made football calzones. When they closed down last winter, I … Read more

Mark wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of sugar and that rich, smoky aroma of chorizo hit me before … Read more