Fry Bread Tacos
Back in the summer of ‘84, I volunteered at a small community center on the edge of the Navajo Nation in Arizona. I had gone
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Shrimp Alfredo Fettuccine And Broccoli
I’d spent the morning helping at the local women’s shelter, teaching a mini lesson on kitchen basics. Afterwards, a volunteer whispered that she’d love to
Melted Mozzarella Ranch Chicken Bombs
The last snow day we had here, the kind where the world outside feels like it’s been wrapped in a quiet, white blanket, I decided
Strawberry Sorbet
One of the warmest summers I can recall was spent at my sister’s countryside home, tucked along a quiet dirt road near rows of berry
Gooey Butter Cake Bars
The church kitchen smelled like sugar and old wood polish that Saturday afternoon. I was volunteering at a small-town bake sale in Missouri, where Miss
Pizza Grilled Cheese Sandwiches
Saturday lunch at our house used to be a bit of a challenge. Everyone wanted something different – one grandchild asking for grilled cheese, another