Hey—I’m Doug, and this is Pans of Steel.

What started as a way to share comfort food and chaotic kitchen wins turned into something deeper: a place where food meets feeling. I’m a husband, dad, home cook, and a guy who believes the kitchen is where real life happens. It's messy, meaningful, and always better with a full plate.

We serve more than just dinner.

Whether it’s a slow Sunday roast, a vacation coffee, or a grilled cheese made with one hand while holding a kid in the other, this space is about showing up with heart. You’ll find easy recipes, kitchen hacks, real talk, and maybe a reminder that you’re doing just fine—even if the toast is burnt.

Real food. Real feelings. That’s the promise.

Pans of Steel is for anyone who’s ever found themselves crying over soup, dancing while meal prepping, or using dinner as a love language. Pull up a chair, we’re just getting started.