It was the second week of September—one of those bridge weeks between summer and fall—when the days still feel warm …
Plates With Clara
Plates With Clara
It was the second week of September—one of those bridge weeks between summer and fall—when the days still feel warm …
I still remember the first time I made chicken tenders from scratch. My youngest, Sam, had just come home from …
I still remember the first time I made salmon patties. It was a rainy Tuesday evening, one of those midweek …
There’s a particular summer memory I always come back to when I think of fried zucchini. It’s late July, and …
I still remember the first time I made blackened chicken. It wasn’t in some sun-drenched New Orleans kitchen or on …
I wasn’t always a chocolate person. I know, that sounds a bit blasphemous coming from someone who now keeps cocoa …
Some recipes come to you in moments of inspiration. Others—like this zucchini banana bread—arrive as quiet problem-solvers in the middle …
I still remember the summer my neighbor Rosa brought over a basket of zucchini the size of my forearm. She …
Some of the best recipes in my life have arrived not with grand intentions, but in moments of need—and that’s …
I still remember the first time I tried marinating steak. I was twenty-three, newly married, and convinced I could turn …