One quiet Saturday afternoon, I was flipping through an old cookbook as rain softly tapped the kitchen window. The idea of creating a whimsical cake,...
The first snow had just started to fall when my granddaughter June burst through the kitchen door, cheeks flushed pink, clutching a green scarf she’d...
Last December, during a snowy book club gathering at my friend Lynn’s cabin in Vermont, we each brought something sweet to share by the fireplace....