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One chilly December morning, a neighbor dropped off a jar of homemade raspberry preserves wrapped in plaid ribbon her way of thanking me for feeding

One snowy December afternoon, I decided to try something playful with my grandchildren, a Pop Tart Gingerbread House. The idea was sparked while we sipped

One frosty afternoon last December, one look at my pantry had me rummaging for a holiday treat that could warm both the kitchen and the

It was a frosty December afternoon when I decided to bring a bit of Nantucket charm into my kitchen. The air outside was crisp, and

On a crisp December morning, the kitchen smelled of sugar and vanilla, mingling with the faint scent of pine from the wreath on the door.