The Kitchens That Made Me

On Beans and Blowholes

Have you ever noticed that you dream differently depending on what you eat? I’ve been paying attention to this body-mind connection for a few years now, and I’m convinced it’s a thing. Yesterday I spent most of the day cooking a large pot of cannellini beans. Nothing magical. Just dried beans in water. A fewContinue reading “On Beans and Blowholes”

Lessons from Grandma Helen’s Kitchen The Kitchens That Made Me is a collection of stories about the people and places that shaped how I cook, eat, and gather. Each kitchen carries more than recipes. They hold lessons about care, creativity, patience, and love. Grandma Helen, my father’s mother, was the quintessential grandmother. She had theContinue reading “The Kitchens That Made Me”

Individual Turkey Meatloaf with Cauliflower Rice

(2 small loaves or can be made in to bite sized meatballs!) From The Kitchens That Made Me I’d been writing all day, the kind of day where the words keep coming and the clock quietly disappears. By the time hunger surfaced, it was already late enough that stopping felt disruptive, almost indulgent. But eventuallyContinue reading “Individual Turkey Meatloaf with Cauliflower Rice “

Spicy Beef & Veggie Cauliflower Skillet

A high-protein, one-pan beef and vegetable skillet made with sweet potato, cauliflower rice, and frozen vegetables. An easy, nourishing meal with built-in leftovers.

Rustic Tomato–Hominy Chicken Thigh Stew

with Basil, Mascarpone & Red Wine From The Kitchens That Made Me ⸻ This recipe comes from the kitchen of my grandmother, Nola, who cooked from recipes and trusted them — especially during snowy Santa Fe winters, when she’d make a warming pot of chili or stew after we came home tired and hungry fromContinue reading “Rustic Tomato–Hominy Chicken Thigh Stew”

The Kitchens That Made Me

Before I understood food as flavor or craft, I understood it as place.The kitchens that shaped me were not show kitchens. They were working kitchens—rooms where the outside came in on muddy shoes and sun-warmed hands. Both of my grandmothers were gardeners, and their kitchens reflected that. Counters were places of transition, where something pulledContinue reading “The Kitchens That Made Me”