Before I went back to teaching again last year, I used to bake bread several times a week. We ate plenty and shared plenty.…
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My mother stitches my family’s history together one quilt at a time. My childhood bed at my parents’ house — the one my daughter sleeps in now when we visit — is covered with one of the first quilts she made. …
Last summer, my friend Kimi came to visit us for her birthday. She’s spent enough time on the island to know how she wanted to celebrate: dinner at South Beach followed by buttermilk cake with fresh strawberries and cream….
Sweet, tangy apricots taste spectacular paired with almonds in this simple summer tart.
My cell phone rang, but my sticky fingers kept arranging apricot wedges in a circle around the tart pan. …
My daughter’s very first island friend wanted a lady bug birthday cake. Her mother Rita, my very first island friend, started asking me questions about fondant and cake decorating.…
Every week or so, my friend asks me if I need eggs. If I say, “Yes,” I often find a carton on my kitchen table when I get home from work. …
