From the recipe box
The Cheater’s Chili
He had a wandering eye. I had his dad’s chili recipe, and frankly, I got the better end of the deal.
A little heat, a lot of closureSECRET
NO MORE
NO MORE
The Best of
my Ex.
The relationship is over.
The recipes are ours now.
A crowdsourced cookbook of once-secret family recipes, shared with love and a little spite.
Submit your storyKeep the recipe. Leave the baggage.
The relationship ended,
but the lasagna stays.
but the lasagna stays.
A little closure. A lot of flavor.
From your ex to our cookbook.
01
Tell us the story
How it started. How it ended. The bit you still laugh about. Keep it funny, not ferocious.
02
Hand over the recipe
The dish their family guarded like a state secret. Yes, even the one you swore you’d never share.
03
Make the book
The best stories and recipes go in the cookbook. A little editing, a little testing, a lot of second helpings.
A taste of what’s to come
Sample entries
Fictional exes. Very real appetites.
A few examples to get the juices flowing.
From the recipe box
Ghosted Garlic Knots
After two years, he vanished without a word. Luckily, his grandma’s garlic knots have never once left me on read.
Gone, but not for-garlic-tenFrom the recipe box
His Mother’s Never-Good-Enough Pot Roast
Nothing I did was good enough for his mother. Except, apparently, taking very detailed notes on her pot roast.
Mother-in-law approved. Probably.Some things are too good to leave behind.
Petty, with principles
Our house rules.
We’re here for good food and a good laugh.
Not to burn anyone’s kitchen down.
- Names and identifying details get changed. Always.
- Funny beats bitter. A wink, not a wound.
- No accusations and nothing that identifies a real person.
- Recipes get rewritten and tested before they go in the book.
Your turn to spill
Got a story?
Got the recipe?
Maybe you lost the relationship, but you won the Sunday sauce. We want to hear about it.
Bring us the story, the recipe, and just the right pinch of petty.
Made with love.
And a little spite.
And a little spite.
Before you spill the beans