Comfort
My mom made this every single Wednesday night growing up. She called it her nothing fancy dinner but somehow everyone always cleaned their plates. The way it comes together in one pot with that
Comfort
My great aunt made this every summer when the corn came in fresh from the field. She never measured a thing but it always turned out rich and silky. The kind of side dish that disappears before the
Comfort
My grandmother brought this creamy 4 ingredient spread to every summer picnic and it always vanished first. Sharp, rich, and more addictive than people expect.