Appetizers

My neighbor Phil is a retired accountant. I mean, the guy wears sandals with socks and organizes his spice rack alphabetically. So when he knocked … Read more

Introduction It was 10:47 PM on a random Thursday in October, and I had a very specific vision of a football field made entirely of … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a grocery store aisle last Tuesday, completely frozen, when the smell hit me. It wasn’t the bakery section … Read more

She wasn’t making a big deal of it. I’d stopped by to drop off a casserole dish I’d borrowed—you know the kind, the one you … Read more

My neighbor Carla watched me wrestling with a bag of candy corn last October. I was trying to arrange them in neat little rows on … Read more

This was supposed to be a completely different snack. I had a whole plan for buffalo chicken dip—the kind with cream cheese and shredded chicken … Read more

My neighbor Dave watched me fumbling with a roll of puff pastry on my patio table last September. He didn’t say anything at first. Then … Read more

My buddy Marco asked why I couldn’t just throw everything on a sheet pan and call it a day. I was in the middle of … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a random Wednesday in February, and I was supposed to be meal-prepping for the week. Instead, I was standing in … Read more

There used to be a tiny rooftop spot in downtown Charleston called The Perch that made grilled peaches with burrata that I still dream about. … Read more