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Last December, during a snowy book club gathering at my friend Lynn’s cabin in Vermont, we each brought something sweet to share by the fireplace.

It was during a weekend farmers market stroll with a few neighbors that I came across a tiny local stand selling pistachio butter and just-picked

The day we made these Snowman Truffles was supposed to be about getting through a long to-do list, but then my neighbor’s kids showed up

It was one of those Saturday mornings when the snow hadn’t yet started, but the forecast had promised it would. At the community library’s winter

One chilly December morning, a neighbor dropped off a jar of homemade raspberry preserves wrapped in plaid ribbon her way of thanking me for feeding