I learned about breadmaking as a child, watching grandmothers, great aunts, and my mother. All the women in our family made bread, though some more than others. Basic white breads were a staple, as were hot rolls, cinnamon...
Read MoreWhile I was looking through the digital photos on my hard drive, I came across a couple of photos I took on the way home from my son’s wedding. I’d say it’s a Southern thing, but I know a few people in the...
Read MoreA year ago today, Tiny Bottle Lamb weighed about 7 pounds. She still slept indoors in the playpen and followed me around outdoors like a puppy. She still sucked fingers when she was hungry. She hadn’t yet learned how to cross a creek, even a very little one.
Sometimes I have to get away from the house . . . the office . . . and the phone . . . and email . . . the internet . . . and the overflowing inbox and long to-do list . Sometimes I need more room to breathe. To think. To...
Read MoreThis isn’t your mother’s apple pie. This probably isn’t like any apple pie you’ve ever had. It’s big and flat and so delectibly flavorful you’ll never want plain old apple pie again. ...
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