When my oldest granddaughter turned sixteen, she asked if we could bake something “old-fashioned but extra.” Her words. I rummaged through my recipe box, the...
I spent a rainy afternoon teaching my young granddaughter how to rub butter into flour. She was more fascinated by the crumbly texture forming between...
One drizzly April afternoon, I was at home with my granddaughter, a spirited nine-year-old who never stops asking questions and always wants to help in...