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When my neighbor Anita and her husband invited us over for a backyard barbecue one summer evening, I showed up with a small pot of

I once brought this cheesy beef rigatoni bake to a potluck at my retired teachers’ club last autumn. Janet, who taught art alongside me for

I once stitched together dinner while chatting with my former colleague Ms. Ramirez during a Saturday cleanup at the local community garden. We were hauling

I stumbled upon this casserole one rainy Sunday afternoon when my neighbor’s grandkids were over playing Uno in my living room. My neighbor, an old

Saturdays in my kitchen often bring a gentle hum of memories, and this bowtie pasta dish carries the echoes of one particularly cozy afternoon. I