I still remember the mugginess of the house during simmering summer months, the small electric organ in the living room I desperately desired to play, the cool checkered linoleum basement floor hosting heavy red velvet upholstered furniture and bookshelves full of Nancy Drew mysteries. But our favorite place as kids was the kitchen. There were renegade pots with missing lids, plastic bowls… Continue reading A Recipe We All Can Follow
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