Friday afternoons in our town always carry a certain buzz. Kids spill out of the elementary school with backpacks half open, neighbors wave from porches,...
The evenings that inspire this kind of cooking usually arrive quietly. The sky darkens earlier, coats get hung by the door without much conversation, and...
One weekday not long ago, the neighborhood was unusually lively. Kids were riding scooters past dinner time, a couple of parents chatted near the mailbox,...