Every New Year’s Eve, I tell myself I’ll keep things simple. And every year… I lie to myself just a little. It usually starts in the produce aisle. The reds …

There’s something about spanakopita that feels like home, even if you didn’t grow up eating it. Maybe it’s the smell—spinach wilting gently, dill waking up in warm olive oil, butter …

The first time I made melomakarona, it wasn’t December. It was a quiet afternoon, rain tapping on the window, and I needed something that felt warm and grounding. You know …

There’s a very specific sound that baklava rolls make when you bite into them. A gentle crackle. Not loud, not messy—just enough to let you know something very good is …

The first time I tasted real Greek koulourakia, I didn’t even realize I was holding something special. It was a quiet afternoon, coffee brewing, sunlight cutting across the kitchen table. …

The first time I made these air fryer buffalo cauliflower bites, it was supposed to be a “side.” You know how that goes. Something green. Something responsible. But then the …