Three Things

A restorative Sunday dinner, a summer cooking project for kids, an American food icon you've probably never heard of

Greetings eaters and readers! I’ve just returned from my daughter’s college graduation, which are words that defy all logic to her mother and perhaps to a few readers here who still think of Phoebe as the 8-year-old on a stepstool making chili. The weekend was beautiful, and we wandered around her sunny campus steeped in that very distinct energy of any graduation: The gratitude and pride (look at her, look at us, and all we’ve been able to give her) alongside the heaviness of missing her two grandfathers, both of whom would’ve been overjoyed by all that runnethed-over. This is the way it’s supposed to work, is what I kept telling myself. And it is! I’m letting myself ride the high for as long as possible, so thank you in advance for your patience! In the meantime, here are your Three Things…