Appetizers

It was 10:47 PM on a random Thursday, and I had a bag of little smoked sausages staring at me from the fridge. I wasn’t … Read more

The guy at the meat counter watched me staring at the rotisserie chickens for what felt like five full minutes. I was trying to remember … Read more

Jenny wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to drop off a library book she’d lent me—one I’d kept way too long, honestly—and the … Read more

My partner asked why I couldn’t just pile everything on one board and let us pick at it together. I started to explain why that … Read more

There used to be a sports bar called The Dive on Third Avenue that made nachos so dangerously good they should have been illegal. When … Read more

The neighborhood Halloween block party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. Everyone else would be bringing elaborate themed dishes—I saw someone carrying a … Read more

The Super Bowl was in six hours and I had absolutely nothing prepared. I’d volunteered to bring the main appetizer for my friend Marco’s annual … Read more

Phil wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by his place to grab a cooler for a camping trip, and this smell—this sharp, tangy, buttery, … Read more

There used to be a sports bar called The Snap on the corner of 7th and Main that made the best damn snack board I’d … Read more

Hand me that cutting board, my neighbor said, not even looking up from his smoker. I was out back trying to get my grill to … Read more