Listen, I don't know who originally decided to combine beer and cheese into a soup, but whoever they were deserves a national holiday, a parade, and possibly a statue.

I don't know who decided to shove taco meat inside giant pasta shells, but whoever you are, I hope your pillow is always cold and you never step in something wet while wearing socks.

Let me tell you something about New Jersey diner rice pudding. This is not just dessert. This is a way of life.

Because paying $14 for six sad little strips of meat in a resealable bag feels like a personal attack. Make your own damn jerky. INGREDIENTS 2 lbs eye of round, top round, or bottom round, trimmed of visible fat ½ cup soy sauce ¼ cup Worcestershire sauce 2 tbsp brown sugar 1 tbsp liquid smoke 2 tsp coarse black pepper 1 tsp garlic powder 1 tsp onion powder 1 tsp smoked paprika ½ tsp red pepper flakes (more if you enjoy consequences) ½ tsp kosher salt DIRECTIONS GET YOUR MEAT

Cozy, hearty, and absolutely worth making a vat of because somehow “just one bowl” is always a fucking lie. INGREDIENTS: For the tiny meatballs: 1 lb ground beef ½ lb ground Italian sausage ½ cup Italian breadcrumbs ½ cup grated Parmesan cheese 1 egg 2 cloves garlic, minced 2 tbsp fresh parsley, chopped ½ tsp salt ½ tsp black pepper For the soup: 2 tbsp olive oil 1 medium onion, diced 2 carrots, diced 2 celery stalks, diced 3 cloves garlic, minced 8 cups chicken broth ¾ cup a

These chocolate chip pudding cookies are officially Jameson’s Cookies, named after my nephew Jameson—one of the most handsome little humans and apparently a tiny baking prodigy. When he was little, he and my sister used to make these together. Now he’s 11, making them all by himself, and the kid is damn good at it. Rude, honestly. I’ve been an adult a lot longer and still manage to screw things up regularly. They were also the very first cookies he ever made for me, so they e

The second my mom bought me a Dutch oven, I decided I was entering my rustic homestead bread-bitch era.

While I am no longer dating Steve, I will give credit where credit is due: the man did leave me with one useful thing besides emotional damage and questionable financial decisions—his version of Tater Tot Casserole. Now, is it actually his recipe? Absolutely fucking not. I’m sure he stole it from somebody’s mother, aunt, ex-girlfriend, cookbook, or the back of a Campbell’s soup can and then claimed it as his own. But custody of the casserole was awarded to ME in the breakup,

These are know as "the best blueberry muffins ever", according to Jet.