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Craving Comfort? My Farewell-to-Summer Is Served
Published 16 days ago • 2 min read
Hi Reader,
It’s not quite summer. It’s not quite fall. It’s that blurry, in-between stretch where routines return and comfort starts sounding really good. So here’s my farewell-to-summer lineup.
End-of-Summer Lineup
Steady and made for this exact moment. Please, take what you need.
This easy pot roast with potatoes and vegetables is quick to assemble and then made in the slow cooker or crock pot or simply slid into the oven. A simple classic with beef, carrots, potatoes, and red wine. Perhaps our best—and most comforting—Sunday supper.
Pasta alla Norcina—fresh sausage in a creamy, cheesy sauce tossed with pasta—is the kind of cozy cold-weather dish that keeps you feeling satiated and warm. The star of the meal is rich, moist, seasoned sausage, traditionally from the Italian region of Umbria.
This Tuscan style roast leg of lamb is made in traditional Italian fashion with a garlic, rosemary, lemon, and olive oil marinade before being roasted until perfectly tender. Easy and elegant.
This bacon-wrapped meatloaf, made with ground beef and pork, has all the rustic comfort food qualities that we're craving. And it comes together easily enough to make whenever said craving arises.
This shepherd's pie is made with ground lamb, caramelized onions, mashed potatoes, all topped with grated Cheddar cheese. If you prefer beef instead of lamb, simply call it cottage pie.
Caçoila, or Portuguese stewed beef, is a comforting braise of beef, red peppers, and aromatics, cooked very slowly in a red wine, tomato, and butter sauce.
The ultimate comfort food—creamy chicken and vegetable filling sitting beneath a thyme-infused pâte brisée crust. Poached chicken remains succulent, while a creamy sauce and loads of veggies add a decadent touch.
Serve these ribbon fries as you would potato chips, as a nibble with cocktails, alongside a sandwich, or as a side to a main course such as roast chicken.
Portuguese kale soup, caldo verde, is something you’ll experience literally everywhere in Portugal, from Lisbon’s trendiest restaurants to farmhouses scattered at the edge of villages. Understandably so. Its simple yet sustaining character is appreciated everywhere.
This roast pork butt, coated in a simple rub of brown sugar, paprika, cumin, and red pepper flakes, is an easy recipe to make and yields enough pulled pork to feed a small army. Perfect for Super Bowl, weekend bashes, and weeknight dinners. Best of all, it can be roasted in the oven.
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