Category Lunch ideas

I still remember the first time I made Greek chicken the way I make it today. It was one of those days when the kitchen felt heavy—too many decisions, too little energy, and that familiar question hanging in the air:…

The first time I made chicken marsala, I was trying to impress someone. I had invited a few friends over for dinner, and I wanted to cook something that felt elegant but still comforting—something that said, I tried, but I…

The first time I made orange chicken at home, I nearly swore it off forever. I remember standing in my kitchen, surrounded by sticky splatters, burnt bits of sugar clinging to my pan, and a sauce that tasted more bitter…

The first time I made chicken parmesan, I was newly married, cooking in a kitchen so small that opening the oven door meant stepping back into the hallway. I had a handwritten recipe card from my aunt, splattered with tomato…

There was a time when I thought baked sweet potatoes were supposed to be bland. I’d wrap them in foil, slide them into the oven, and wait patiently—only to end up with something watery, unevenly cooked, and honestly a little…

The first time I ever made butter chicken, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I remember standing in my small kitchen with a list of unfamiliar spices, second-guessing every step, and wondering if I was completely…

The first time I made chicken wings in my air fryer, I didn’t expect much. I had grown up believing that truly great wings required a bubbling pot of oil, a smoky grill, or at the very least, a blazing…

The first time I made egg roll in a bowl, it wasn’t because I was chasing a trend or trying to reinvent dinner. It was one of those nights where the fridge was half full, everyone was hungry, and I…

There’s something deeply comforting about the ritual of preparing a stuffed chicken breast. It’s one of those recipes that feels fancy but comes together with the kind of ease that makes you wonder why you ever feared it in the…

I’ll never forget the first time I made sausage balls. It was one of those chilly Saturday mornings, and I had a last-minute invitation to a friend’s brunch. I rummaged through my pantry, and all I could find was some…