Fried Green Tomatoes
I wondered what movies these young women had seen that conjured up images of ladies in aprons, so I asked.
Weekly Cooking Column
I was a private cook when I was nineteen, I’ve catered parties, including making vats of Macaroni and Cheese for the Williams College Basketball Team.
Read the First Chapter of Stony Kill
Not long before my mother died, she told me a story I’d never heard before. It was 1965, the year before she married my father. Spring had come to the Northeast nearly a season ahead of itself.