Appetizers

I’d stopped by my neighbor’s garage last fall to borrow a socket wrench, and the smell hit me before I even got past the toolbox. … Read more

This was supposed to be a slow cooker chili. I had the beans soaking, the ground beef browning, and I was feeling pretty smug about … Read more

I was shredding zucchini in my tiny apartment kitchen last Tuesday when the smell of summer squash hit me — and suddenly I was seven … Read more

The neighborhood block party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, completely. I was standing in my kitchen at 2 PM on … Read more

There used to be a tiny Italian deli on the corner of 4th and Main in my hometown that made the most incredible zucchini fritters. … Read more

This was supposed to be a quick bruschetta for a lazy Sunday brunch. I grabbed the cherry tomatoes, the olive oil bottle was almost empty, … Read more

There used to be this tiny, sunlit café tucked away on a cobblestone street in Charleston that made the most unforgettable fig and brie flatbread. … Read more

The other day, I was waiting in line at a tiny, bustling coffee shop when the woman behind me—someone I’d never met before—started chatting about … Read more

Last Saturday afternoon, I was unpacking groceries in my cramped kitchen when the sharp tang of vinegar mixed with crushed red pepper suddenly hit me—like … Read more

Introduction There used to be a tiny deli tucked away on a corner in downtown Asheville that made the most unforgettable bread and butter pickles. … Read more