I still remember that evening so clearly. I had just pulled the chicken out from under the broiler, and the whole kitchen smelled like heaven cheesy, buttery, a little garlicky. My husband walked in, sniffed …
The first time I baked these matcha crinkle cookies, I didn’t expect them to become such a favorite. But the second they came out of the oven all soft, crinkly, and dusted like little green …
The first time I made this peanut butter dump cake, my little one Yacoub licked his plate so clean I could practically put it back in the cupboard. That night, my husband Iman looked at …
I still remember that night rain tapping against the windows, the kids arguing over which movie to watch, and me standing in the kitchen, hoping this new recipe would quiet the chaos. I had a …
It all started on a warm Sunday afternoon, the kind that makes you want to sit on the porch with your feet up and something cool in your hand. My kids were racing each other …
I still remember the first time I heard the name. My cousin Katie called and said, “Anna, you have to try this coconut pecan stupid pie. It’s so good, it’s stupid.” I laughed, obviously. But …
It was one of those rainy Sundays, the kind where you just want to stay in your pajamas, light a candle, and bake something that wraps the house in warmth. I remember the first time …
The first time I whipped up this Are You Kidding Me Cake, it wasn’t for a party or some fancy dinner. Nope. It was a rainy Tuesday, the kind that makes you want to throw …
The first time I made this Long John Silver batter hack, my husband peeked into the kitchen mid-fry, eyes wide like a kid on Christmas morning. He didn’t even wait for it to cool just …
I still remember the first time I made these roasted carrots with whipped ricotta and hot honey. It was a chilly Sunday, the kind where the only thing that feels right is a cozy oven …
