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One afternoon, after helping out at the local library’s book club, a neighbor approached me with a tin in her hands. Inside was a slice

Last winter, during a snow day that left the streets of our little town quiet and still, my neighbor’s daughter, Emma, came knocking at my

That’s exactly the scene in my living room last Saturday. I had a queue of feel good movies ready, a mug of herbal tea steaming

It rainy Saturday afternoon when I decided that my next tea party needed something a little more dramatic than my usual scones and finger sandwiches.

Rain tapped lightly against my kitchen window one afternoon, the kind of day that begged for something indulgent yet nourishing. I wasn’t in the mood