What a delightful summer. I hope you had a wonderful one! Now we’re back and it’s time for pumpkin carving, apple picking, fires and chilly strolls. Not to mention more

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What a delightful summer. I hope you had a wonderful one! Now we’re back and it’s time for pumpkin carving, apple picking, fires and chilly strolls. Not to mention more
Do you hear that? It’s a sound that ushers in spring, foretells life and calls weary hibernating New Englanders from their dens. It’s the sound of sap boiling. Or perhaps
I don’t know about you, but by the time winter truly sets in, around January and February, I’m craving those summer flavors. The true garden fresh taste of ripe tomatoes
Dumbfunnies. Never heard of them. Can’t find a single reference to them as a food outside of this old cookbook out of the New Hampshire boondocks, 1954. Yet tucked inside