News — Dinner

I’m home from a week chasing the leaves and breaking in my knit hat in Maine.  I left New Orleans, sweating through a sweater and found myself in a red, orange, and yellow actual autumn wonderland up north.   Whenever I come home from a trip, which feels like a lot this year, I feel a big, open-hearted drive to nest and settle.  I water the houseplants… those poor things are troopers.  I usually hustle out the Instant Pot and make a batch of beans.  I jar the kombucha… or think about it.  I feed Tron because he’s surely yelling about...