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The smell of bacon sizzling in a skillet is enough to stop conversation mid-sentence in my house. I remember one cold evening last fall, when

One day, I was watching my youngest grandson push a toy truck across the kitchen floor when the scent of sizzling bacon filled the room.

One crisp autumn afternoon, I volunteered to make a warm dish for our neighborhood quilting circle—something hearty enough to satisfy but simple enough to serve

My youngest grandson has an obsession with buffalo chicken anything. Nuggets, wraps, even popcorn once, but that’s another story. A few weekends ago, during our

One chilly spring morning, I stepped out to the backyard to snip a few herbs from my raised garden bed and found a small robin

One crisp Sunday afternoon, while sorting through old handwritten recipes tucked between dog-eared pages of my mother’s cookbooks, I stumbled upon a note I scribbled