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Some recipes arrive in the kitchen quietly, sparked by moments that feel almost accidental. This one began on a late summer afternoon when my granddaughter

Rita called me in a bit of a frenzy one chilly Monday morning her in-laws were arriving unexpectedly for dinner, and she needed something hearty,

On a bright afternoon in late October, my neighbor Eliza came over with a tote full of oddly-shaped carrots she’d pulled from her backyard garden.

At a holiday potluck years ago, Mississippi Sin Quiche sat proudly between deviled eggs, crockpot meatballs, and a suspiciously festive Jell-O mold. Clara, my next-door

Two weeks ago, a snowstorm rolled into our quiet Indiana neighborhood, blanketing every rooftop and pine tree in thick, heavy snow. I had just finished

Two weeks before Thanksgiving, the church ladies’ book club met at my house for a potluck. Eleanor brought her famous cranberry fluff, Nadine showed up