Saying Grace

I met my mother-in-law before I even met my husband. I like to tease him that he stood me up on a double date to the amusement park, bu...

My parents came to visit last week. Since we were together (and won't be on Thanksgiving), we decided to do an early Thanksgiving f...

"Pie is part of the family." This is what my husband said when I asked him to describe the role of pie in my family.  ...

I grew up on pie that started with an actual pumpkin. I remember, as a girl, watching my mom cut up a pumpkin, steam the skin off, cook...

I really enjoyed Halloween last year. My family didn't do much with the holiday growing up. We lived way out in the country and I o...

There's something about chicken noodle soup that speaks of home. Maybe it's the warm broth, soothing many a sore throat or steami...

Homemade noodles can take a soup from good to amazing. There's something about the texture of a homemade noodle that leaps past the c...

I remember the first time that I had this bread. I think I was about eight or nine years old. We went to a friend's house for dinne...

There's nothing better than getting something in the mail from someone you love. Whether it's a letter, flowers to cheer a drea...

Car rides to Maine to visit my grandparents always ended the same. We'd pull into the driveway, the tall red barn standing sentinel...