Ground Beef Enchiladas
The clatter of forks and the small, happy footsteps of kids running to the table are the soundtrack to many of my weeknight dinners. Tonight it is the warm, tomato-spiced …
The clatter of forks and the small, happy footsteps of kids running to the table are the soundtrack to many of my weeknight dinners. Tonight it is the warm, tomato-spiced …
The clink of silverware on plates, the smell of something savory warming on the stove, and my son whispering, "Is it dinner time yet?"—that is the kind of kitchen afternoon …
The sound of forks tapping a plate, the small rush of feet as my kids set the table, and a warm, sticky sweetness rising from the oven—this is the kind …
The first time I made these Red Velvet Cinnamon Rolls, the house smelled like my grandmother’s kitchen after a snowfall. My kids set the table in a clumsy parade, and …
I can still hear the clink of my kids setting the table while a bright, sticky sauce simmers on the stove, filling the house with that warm citrus smell that …
I can still hear the clink of ceramic plates as my kids bustle around the table while the oven hums in the background. The warm scent of melted cheese and …
There is a small, steady clatter as my son sets the wooden spoons in the drawer and my daughter hums a song about cheese. The smell of butter, warm tortilla, …
I remember the afternoon my kids crashed through the back door, shoes squeaking, bellies rumbling, while the sweet scent of caramelizing pineapple filled the kitchen. The table waited with mismatched …
I can still hear the clink of plates when my kids rush to the table, the little scramble and laughter that always arrives before the food does. Tonight it is …
I can still hear the clink of cereal bowls as my kids set the table, the kind of small, happy noise that means someone is excited to eat. The warm …