My brother-in-law Mark asked why I couldn’t just skip the boiling and layering of traditional lasagna and throw everything into one pan. I started to … Read more

I was standing in the produce aisle last Tuesday, just staring at a pile of delicata squash like it held the answers to the universe. … Read more

I was at the farmers’ market last October, staring at a pile of these funny little tan squash that looked like someone had shrunk a … Read more

The neighborhood fall potluck was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate casseroles, slow-cooked stews, and those perfectly layered … Read more

My neighbor, Carol, wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a cup of brown sugar—classic, I know—and this smell hit me before … Read more

This was supposed to be stuffed acorn squash. I had the quinoa cooked, the cranberries soaked, the pecans toasted—the whole nine yards. But somewhere between … Read more