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It was the kind of chilly afternoon that calls for something creamy and rich, with just a bit of heat. The kind of meal that

One snowed-in weekend, the roads were slick, the trees glistened with frost, and everything felt still, except my kitchen. My former coworker Harold, now retired

The smell of the sea always brings me back to that late afternoon on the Maine coast, just outside Bar Harbor. My daughter had surprised

A few weekends ago, I invited my daughter and her two little ones over for dinner. She’s a nurse and works night shifts, so I

One chilly Tuesday evening last winter, I had absolutely no dinner plan. My fridge was in one of those awkward states where everything looked like