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
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
This summer, the local fair rolled through town, and I took my grandkids on a sticky, laughter-filled stroll through the food stalls. It was sweltering,