It's Not About Nutrition

My friend Linda brought something like this to a potluck maybe three or four years ago — one of those neighborhood things where everybody’s supposed to bring a dish and half the people show up with a bag of chips and call it a day. Linda showed up with a slow cooker still plugged into an extension cord she’d run from her kitchen, which is exactly the kind of person Linda is, and she set the whole thing on the folding table and said, “It’s just pasta and cream and garlic, don’t overthink it.” I had two helpings. I asked …

There’s a Tuesday-night version of dinner and a Saturday-night version, and this one sits right on the line between them. Three things go into a bowl, you spread the mixture over the chops, and the oven does everything else. My daughter-in-law made something like this for us a few years back — maybe 2019, or early 2020, right before everything got strange — and I asked her for the recipe before I even finished chewing. She laughed and said, “It’s literally just mayo and a ranch packet.” I didn’t believe her until I watched her make it. The topping melts …

My grandmother made rice pudding the way most grandmothers around here did — slowly, on a back burner, stirring it whenever she walked past. No recipe written down anywhere that I ever found. Just rice, milk, sugar, and whatever vanilla she had. I’ve been making some version of it since my kids were small, maybe 1998 or 1999, back when dessert had to come from what was already in the pantry. Turns out that’s not a bad constraint to cook under. This is about as stripped-down as it gets. Four ingredients, one saucepan, and twenty-some minutes of occasional stirring while …

The fall my youngest started kindergarten, I had this idea that I was going to be one of those mothers who baked on weekends. Real baking — pie crusts from scratch, the whole thing. That lasted about three Saturdays before I remembered I don’t actually enjoy making pie crusts and the kids didn’t care either way as long as dessert showed up. What I did keep doing was these apples. I’d seen some version of the recipe in a church cookbook — the kind with the spiral binding and a casserole on every other page — and I tweaked it …

My husband Gary is not a fancy-restaurant person. Never has been. Early in our marriage I’d get these ideas about Valentine’s Day — reservations somewhere with cloth napkins, the whole thing — and he’d go along with it the way he goes along with most things I suggest, which is to say quietly and without much enthusiasm. One year we waited forty-five minutes past our reservation time at some Italian place downtown and he ate his entire entrée in about eight minutes flat, which is how he eats when he’s anxious, and I spent the drive home genuinely wondering why …

My mother had this battered enamel pan — dark blue with white speckles, chipped along one edge — and every Sunday afternoon she’d pull chicken out of the oven, skin dark and glossy, the kitchen smelling like caramel and soy sauce and something warm I still can’t fully name. I’ve been chasing that dish ever since. What I’ve figured out is that a slow cooker gets you most of the way there. Bone-in thighs go in, a simple brown sugar glaze goes over the top, and a few hours later you’ve got something that made me stand at the counter …

There’s a dish I’ve been making for years — ground beef patties, a couple cans of mushroom soup, a gravy packet, and some water — that my family genuinely thinks I spent hours on. I don’t correct them. It all goes into the slow cooker in about ten minutes and comes out tasting like a Midwestern diner plate: rich brown gravy, fork-tender meat, the kind of thing you want to eat with mashed potatoes on a cold Tuesday when nobody has energy for anything. My neighbor Paulette gave me the idea, I think around 2009 or so. She showed up …

My brother Kenny has asked me to make these ribs at least a dozen times in the past two years. Maybe more. He texted me last Fourth of July — not “happy Fourth of July,” just “are you making the ribs.” That was the whole message. I made the ribs. They’re slow cooker country style ribs with barbecue sauce and brown sugar, and that’s genuinely it. Three ingredients, set it in the morning, and by dinnertime your whole house smells like a backyard cookout even though you haven’t done anything. Why You’ll Love It Basically impossible to mess up — …

This bacon brown sugar pork tenderloin is one of those recipes that looks impressive but comes together faster than you’d expect. Crispy bacon, a sweet-smoky spice rub, a quick sear, and the oven does the rest. My neighbor Paulette used to make something like this for her dinner parties — she called it her “company pork” — and honestly, that name still fits. Why You’ll Love It Weeknight easy, Sunday dinner impressive — it takes less time than you’d think and the oven does most of the work That sweet-savory glaze — the brown sugar caramelizes with the smoked paprika …

Last summer my friend Carol had a few of us over for dinner, nothing planned, the kind of evening that just happens. After we ate she set a plate of bars on the table and I had two before I even thought to ask what was in them. She laughed when I asked for the recipe — said it was the simplest thing, barely even a recipe. I went home that night and made them that weekend. I’ve been making them ever since. Why You’ll Love It Practically no effort — one saucepan, one bowl, and the oven does the …