Author name: Lucy

There’s something about a pot of goulash simmering on the stove that feels like coming home. I first learned this recipe from my grandmother, who always made it on chilly fall evenings when the days grew shorter and the kitchen filled with the aroma of paprika and garlic. She never measured a thing, just tossed […]

When I was a little girl, Chicken Alfredo was the first “fancy” meal I ever ordered at a restaurant. I still remember the steam rising from the plate, the rich aroma of butter and garlic, and the silky ribbons of pasta coated in that dreamy cream sauce. It felt like pure magic, and over the

There’s something magical about a slice of homemade carrot cake. Maybe it’s the warm aroma of cinnamon drifting through the kitchen or the way the cream cheese frosting melts just slightly when you spread it over the freshly cooled layers. For me, carrot cake has always meant celebration, birthdays, Easter dinners, and those “just because”

If there is one dessert that feels like a hug in a bowl, it’s apple crisp. I can still remember my grandmother pulling a bubbling pan of it out of the oven on chilly fall afternoons, the sweet smell of cinnamon and baked apples wrapping around the whole kitchen. She never measured too carefully, yet

There are certain dinners that just feel like a hug on a plate, and for me, Chicken Parmesan has always been one of them. I still remember the first time I ordered it at a little Italian-American restaurant with my family. The smell of marinara bubbling from the kitchen, the golden crust of the chicken,

If there’s one dish that feels like a hug in food form, it’s shepherd’s pie. Growing up, this was the meal my mom would make on chilly evenings when the house smelled of roasted garlic and buttery potatoes. I remember coming inside after playing in the crisp autumn air, cheeks flushed, to find the oven

Every family has that one recipe that feels like a hug in a dish. For me, it has always been pot roast. I can still picture my grandmother’s kitchen on a chilly Sunday afternoon: the windows fogged from the steam, the clinking of her old Dutch oven lid, and the aroma of beef, onions, and

If you grew up in a home where the scent of something simmering on the stove made you pause at the doorway, chances are you’ve experienced the magic of Beef Stroganoff. I still remember coming home from school on chilly fall evenings, dropping my backpack at the door, and being greeted by the savory aroma

If a dish could tell a love story, it would be this one. The first time I made Marry Me Chicken, I wasn’t even sure where the name came from. But after that first bite, a forkful of tender chicken nestled in creamy sun-dried tomato sauce, I understood instantly. It’s the kind of recipe that