I still remember the night I fell for shrimp scampi. I was newly married, standing in a small apartment kitchen …
Plates With Clara
Plates With Clara
I still remember the night I fell for shrimp scampi. I was newly married, standing in a small apartment kitchen …
There’s a certain smell that takes me straight back to the small, sunlit kitchen of my first apartment. I was …
It was one of those biting winter afternoons when the wind rattles the windows and makes you wonder if it’s …
Years ago, when my kids were small and mornings were a blur of lost shoes and cold coffee, I learned …
When I think of ground beef tacos, I don’t think of fancy plating or perfectly measured spice packets—I think of …
I can still remember the first time I baked this pumpkin cake. It was late October, years ago, on one …
I still remember the first time I made salmon tacos—it wasn’t planned, and it certainly wasn’t elegant. It was a …
I still remember the first time I made steak tacos for a crowd. It wasn’t a special holiday or a …
It’s funny how some recipes sneak up on you—not because they’re flashy or complicated, but because they’re exactly what you …
It was the kind of July afternoon that makes you question every decision you’ve ever made involving a hot stove. …