Category Lunch ideas

I still remember the summer my neighbor Rosa brought over a basket of zucchini the size of my forearm. She had a small garden that overproduced every August, and she was always trying to offload a few dozen onto the…

I still remember the first time I tried marinating steak. I was twenty-three, newly married, and convinced I could turn a cheap cut of meat into something steakhouse-worthy—armed with nothing but a bottle of Italian dressing and a lot of…

There are a handful of recipes I can trace back to a moment so vividly, I can smell the kitchen as it was. This chicken leg recipe is one of them. It was a gray Sunday, one of those slow,…

I was first introduced to chimichurri steak in a way I never expected—on a folding chair, by a smoky old grill, at a neighborhood barbecue I almost didn’t go to. It was one of those long early summer evenings, the…

There’s something quietly comforting about a tuna sandwich. Not flashy, not trendy—just honest, humble, and deeply satisfying. I still remember the very first tuna sandwich I ever made by myself. I was twelve, home from school on a snow day,…

I recall the first time I made an Italian pasta salad that turned out well. Not the soggy, over-dressed versions I’d brought to church picnics in my twenties, or the ones that sat untouched on buffet tables, limp and lost…

I first stumbled across a version of this recipe on a Wednesday night when everything felt like too much. I had a clingy toddler on my hip, laundry piled on the kitchen table, and exactly half an hour to turn…

The first time I made zucchini lasagna, I’ll be honest—I didn’t expect to love it. It was during one of those summers when my garden zucchinis were growing faster than I could pick them, and I’d already exhausted the usual…

There’s a certain kind of summer heat that doesn’t ask permission—it just shows up and plants itself in your kitchen, daring you to turn on the stove. That was the kind of day I had the first time I made…

I still remember the first time I marinated something—not just a splash of vinegar and garlic, but actually letting the meat sit and soak, giving it time to take on flavor. I was twenty-six, newly married, and trying to make…