I was nine the first time that I fell in love. Our relationship consisted of passing notes to each other during our…

It’s summer and that means it’s bread making season. You would think that the winter would inspire me to bake lovely homey…

It’s funny how food dominates my memory. Even as a child, the world stood still when I tasted something that rocked my…

Having to prepare meals when I would prefer to stay in the garden drives me wild. Not that I have any issue…

I have been buying kitchen gadgets for over thirty years. I own every conceivable pot, pan, knife, peeler, mold – you name it;…

And so begins another summer of good old-fashioned quality ‘Hooton family time’. When the girls were little, Ralph and I thought that it…

I love making banana bread. Not because it is effortless or because it’s delicious. Banana ‘anything’ completely appeals to my frugality. You have to…

A hawk scans the fields near a lonely country church that sits on a farm five minutes from my house. The church…

The moment that Meaghan told me that she was leaving home defined the beginning of a new mother daughter connection. We would…

It was a quiet day. A day of talking about life with my daughter Sara. We tried to pick fiddleheads but found…