Last fall I ran into Maria, the retired school cook, at the neighborhood farmers’ market. She was selecting crisp bell peppers and chatting about hearty...
I once stitched together dinner while chatting with my former colleague Ms. Ramirez during a Saturday cleanup at the local community garden. We were hauling...
I stumbled upon this casserole one rainy Sunday afternoon when my neighbor’s grandkids were over playing Uno in my living room. My neighbor, an old...