One October afternoon, years ago, I stopped by a roadside diner in the Smoky Mountains—nothing fancy, just a white-paneled building with creaky floors and lace...
I met Evelyn, a former librarian turned master baker, at a community potluck one chilly November afternoon. We were standing by the dessert table, both...
One rainy Sunday, while visiting my daughter’s family in Asheville, we stayed in all day baking and watching old holiday movies. Her youngest, Ellie, had...