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That winter evening when my grandchildren bundled in with pink cheeks from playing outside, I wanted something warm and crunchy that would make them pause

Last summer, I spent a weekend in the countryside with my grandkids. We stayed at a little cabin just outside my friend Lorraine’s farm, where

The snow had been falling steadily all morning, coating the trees and rooftops in a soft blanket of white. My husband and I were spending

One Thursday morning at the farmers’ market, I struck up a conversation with a woman selling homemade pickles at the booth next to mine. Her

This past spring, when my daughter and her two little ones stayed with us for a few weeks, our kitchen turned into a flurry of

One chilly evening when I was cleaning out the fridge after a weekend getaway, I found a couple of chicken breasts, some leftover bacon, cheddar