Saying Grace

A cicada's loud rasp on the branch above, startles as it zips to nearby branch. Dappled sunlight plays capriciously on the brow of ...

I love pulled pork because it's easy and it makes a lot for a crowd. I can make it ahead and warm it in the crockpot before serving...

This may just be the easiest recipe I ever post. One of those dump-it-all-in and stir-all-together dishes that ends up tasting deliciou...

I'm not sure when my love of chocolate began. Perhaps it was when I began stealthily sneaking chocolate chips from the cupboard. O...

Strawberry season always takes me by surprise in Pennsylvania. In central New York, where I grew up, the growing season is quite a bit ...

I've been watching my mom make pie crust ever since I was a little girl. Cutting the fat into the flour, adding ice cold water, sti...

Some days just call for soup. And soup has been calling my name during this unnaturally chilly beginning of June. I like this one becau...

The evening sounds of spring peepers had melted into the warble of songbirds at dawn's coming. As the sun grew warm upon the green...

My Grandpa's GMC truck turns left, off of the smooth pavement and onto a worn gravel road. Grandpa and my Dad are up front, while M...

The first time I ever had popovers was the summer Brad popped the question. I had just finished my junior year of college and it was a ...