Chicken

It was a Tuesday in March, around 6:30 PM, and I was staring into my refrigerator like it might suddenly reveal answers I didn’t have. My kids were doing homework at the kitchen table, someone was asking about soccer practice, and I realized I’d forgotten to defrost anything. Again. That particular evening I threw together…

There’s a moment at every party when someone lifts the lid off a slow cooker and the entire room pivots toward that bubbling, tangy, impossibly creamy buffalo chicken dip. I’ve watched it happen dozens of times – conversations pause mid-sentence, people materialize from other rooms, and suddenly everyone’s holding a chip like they’ve been wandering…