When I was a kid, there were three things I could be reliably depended upon to eat: Pop-Tarts, blueberries and roast beef sandwiches. I wasn’t a ridiculously picky eater, but I was far (so very far)… More

In August, after a half hour spent picking vegetables in our garden, I thought, "Why not take a canning/preserving class?"     I knew my friend Kirsten would be game, so I recruited her for the adventure.   [Kirsten… More

If I had a dollar for every time I said the above, and another one for each time my husband rolled his eyes at me, I’d be in a different tax bracket. I’d at least have enough dollars to hire… More

Summer, even in these lean times, has a sense of abundance, in large part because the fruit and vegetables growing at this time of year are quite literally ripe for the picking. At our house, dinners outside… More