The kitchen windows were flung open, letting in the scent of honeysuckle and a breeze that carried every sound from the backyard—my son’s laughter, the...
The idea came together on a slow Sunday, when the sky outside flirted between sunshine and drizzle. I wanted to bake something simple but indulgent,...
One weekend afternoon, the scent of smoky bacon and sweet onions drifted from my kitchen windows, stopping a neighbor in his tracks. “Are you making...
After-school snack time usually brings a small parade of hungry kids to our kitchen—mine and a few from next door. They’ll toss their backpacks down,...
Late last fall, I was flipping through my grandmother’s old handwritten recipe journal—a thick, tattered notebook filled with church potluck hits and handwritten notes in...