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A few winters ago, when I had just retired from teaching, I remember standing in my cozy kitchen on a quiet Tuesday evening, flipping through

It wasn’t a holiday, a birthday, or any kind of special gathering. Just a quiet Sunday dinner with my grandkids chasing each other barefoot on

Some of my favorite moments in the kitchen happen when I’m not following a fancy recipe, but just tossing together something simple that ends up

I was standing at my kitchen window last week, sipping tea and watching a light rain tap the garden herbs, when the memory of a

The cold settled in gently that morning, with frost painting silver edges on the backyard trees. My daughter had arrived the night before with her

Every time I make this dish, it takes me back to a chilly late autumn evening in my daughter’s tiny first apartment. She had just