This is a later winter soup. A weeknight soup. A mostly from-the-pantry soup.
What could be better than grilled cheese? It is one of the simplest most comforting meals I know.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t get enough chocolate. It was, easily, my favorite flavor.
This is so simple it hardly warrants a recipe. But in the winter I find myself seriously in need of inspiration in the salad department, and this was so good I made it for lunch the last two days in a row.
It’s five o’clock somewhere.
And sometimes, at the end of a long cold week, you just want a drink. For me, nothing hits the spot quite like a well balanced cocktail.