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One rainy afternoon, the power flickered off just as my neighbor, Mr. Harris—the retired chef I met during a beach vacation years ago—knocked on my

A few summers back, I stood in my daughter’s backyard, barefoot on warm grass, watching my grandkids run around with sticky peach juice dribbling down

The morning I baked these Peach Pie Cruffins, the air was thick with the hum of August. I had just come in from the garden,

Last spring, just after I retired from teaching, my neighbor Mary brought over a basket of wild blackberries her grandkids had picked from the field

Some recipes aren’t just made—they’re remembered. This one came about on a late Sunday afternoon when my grandkids asked for “something gooey.” Not just sweet,