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One chilly autumn evening, after a day spent raking leaves at my neighbor’s yard, I craved something comforting and simple. My coworker Mary—who often shares

On a brisk autumn afternoon, I wandered through the local farmers’ market beside my old high school. A friend and former classmate, now selling mushrooms

One crisp fall afternoon, after volunteering with the local school’s community garden, I stopped by a roadside diner for a quick bite. I struck up

I first baked Italian Stromboli after a conversation with Marco, the friendly baker at my local Italian market. He demonstrated rolling technique during a chance

A few summers ago my neighbors invited me to their beachside barbecue. While I brought a summer salad, they handed me four lobster tails—gifts from