I have avoided making French onion soup for YEARS. In my head it belonged with all the foods that are incredible at restaurants and way too complicated to make at home, which is funny, because my history with this soup goes all the way back to childhood. I grew up in Park City, and one…
Before my sister Emily and I launched our tea company, we tasted hundreds of teas. Hundreds! It felt like being a kid in a candy shop. We’d brew them in batches in my kitchen and taste each one at different points in the steep, at one minute, then two, then three, because the exact same…
This post is written in partnership with Dietz & Watson. All opinions, sandwiches, and questionable parenting decisions are my own. There’s a moment every August where I do the math on school lunches and immediately wish I hadn’t. One school year. Three kids. Roughly 180 days. That’s a lot of mornings standing at the counter…
The second the temperature dropped below 60 degrees, my grandma had something simmering on the stove. Every single time. I can still picture her kitchen perfectly, with the Delft tiles on the walls and a pot going on the back burner. She could open a fridge that looked completely empty and somehow pull out an…
The best soup I ever ate had pig’s feet in it. When I was living in Córdoba, Argentina, I tried locro for the first time. I hadn’t eaten much squash before then, and I was blown away by how good it was. Then I found out what was in it. Squash. Corn. Beans. Meat. And…
It’s fall. We need comfort food, and apparently my English ancestors have taken control of the editorial calendar because Shepherd’s pie is on the menu tonight. Shepherd’s pie is absolutely at the top of my comfort-food list. There’s a rich, savory filling underneath a thick layer of creamy mashed potatoes, then I cover the whole…
You know those cold winter days where your goosebumps just don’t go away and you can’t warm up to save your life. That’s pretty cold. And then there is Ukraine-in-the-middle-of-winter cold where the goosebumps seem bigger and the feeling of warmth just seems to be getting further and further away from your reality. I was…
When I lived in Ukraine, it was freezing cold! And I don’t mean Utah in January, dry, better grab a coat cold. I mean a kind of cold that I still remember twenty years later. My very first night there, I was overwhelmed, far from home, and so cold that I cried myself to sleep. I swear…
Apparently the first recipe in Sips, Suppers & Stories is a dirty chai that contains neither coffee nor caffeinated tea, which feels like an appropriate way to begin. I love chai. Warm, creamy, spicy chai is one of those drinks that makes me want to put on a sweater even when September is still pulling…
The First Chicken Pot Pie I Ever Ate I vividly remember sitting at Marie Callender’s with my family after a funeral of some sort when I ordered chicken pot pie for the first time. I don’t remember whose funeral it was, which feels like information I should probably know, but I DO remember the pot…
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