My Stepmom’s Casserole Still Feels Like Home Decades Later
The kitchen is warm and a little steamy, perfumed with a buttery-chickeny scent I know well. I’m focused and in the zone, assembling a care package for my daughter’s elementary school principal, who is finally home after being hit by a car while riding his bike last year and spending months in the hospital and a rehab facility. I’m making the same thing I’d want if I were returning home after a…

















