Author name: Lucy

There are certain recipes that just feel like sunshine in a bowl, and guacamole is one of them. I can still remember the first time I helped my mom mash avocados at our kitchen counter. She’d let me squeeze the lime, and the zingy citrus smell filled the room before the first chip ever touched […]

When I think of comfort food that instantly brings me back to childhood, sloppy joes always top the list. The sizzling sound of ground beef browning in the skillet, the sweet and tangy smell of tomato sauce mixed with onions, and the anticipation of spooning that saucy goodness onto a soft hamburger bun, there’s nothing

Cornbread has always been one of those recipes that feels like a hug on a plate. I still remember my grandmother pulling a cast iron skillet from the oven on chilly Sunday afternoons, the air filled with the nutty aroma of cornmeal and butter. We would gather around the table, a pot of chili bubbling

Potato salad always takes me right back to the summers of my childhood. I can still picture my grandmother’s backyard, the folding tables covered in checkered tablecloths, and the sound of kids running barefoot through the grass while the grown-ups lingered over second helpings. There was always a big bowl of potato salad right in

There is something magical about waking up on a slow weekend morning to the smell of fresh waffles drifting through the kitchen. The gentle hiss of batter hitting a hot waffle iron, the golden squares puffing up, and that irresistible mix of crisp edges and fluffy centers, it all feels like a small celebration right

Every spring when Easter rolled around, my grandmother’s kitchen would fill with the comforting smell of hard-boiled eggs. She always knew just what to do with the extras after we finished dyeing them: whip up the creamiest egg salad you could imagine. She’d spread it thick on soft white bread, add a sprinkle of paprika,

There are certain dishes that feel like summer in a bowl, and pasta salad is at the very top of that list. I can still remember my mom pulling out a big ceramic bowl with hand-painted blue flowers, filling it with corkscrew pasta, crisp vegetables, and just the right amount of tangy dressing. It always

Every family has a dish that makes its way to the table no matter the season. For me, that dish is green bean casserole. I can still picture the old Pyrex dish my grandmother used, bubbling with creamy sauce and topped with golden, crispy onions. The smell alone was enough to draw every cousin, uncle,