One crisp autumn afternoon, I visited the local farmer’s market with Mrs. Henderson, my longtime neighbor and a dear friend. She was excitedly picking through
A few years ago, I volunteered to bake for our church’s annual spring fundraiser. It was one of those sun-drenched Saturday mornings where the folding
When my granddaughter visited last spring, she brought a French exchange student who had never tasted American lasagna. That evening, as we all gathered in