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Late last summer, I had a basket of peaches sitting on the counter, their scent drifting through the kitchen every time I passed by. They

One rainy afternoon last fall, I was organizing old recipe clippings tucked inside my mother’s faded cookbook, when I came across a butter-stained card with

I met Henry last spring at the farmer’s market, tucked behind a row of tomato plants. He wore a sun-faded ball cap and had a

The morning I made this pie, the house was unusually quiet. My husband had gone out for his usual early walk, and I had the

During one of those lazy Sunday afternoons, my youngest granddaughter came bouncing into the kitchen with a mischievous grin and a crumpled paper in hand.