Blueberries hold a strangely large place in my heart. I’m not sure if it began from snacking them at my grandmother’s house in North Kingston, picking wild blueberries on Peaks Island, or reading Blueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey in first…
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I’ve always been an avid collector. Whether books, old birthday cards, or magazine clippings, I had a shelf for it all. Naturally, there are some cons to this hobby, like clutter and being called a hoarder from time to time.…
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With an abundance of spring produce floating around my fridge, I had to get creative. Thankfully, I’ve recently learned that you can truly pickle anything. And what better way to spend a summer afternoon than saving all of the fruits and veggies of…
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Father’s Day is right around the corner. But not to worry, we’ve got the “pinspiration” you need to make dad’s day the very best it can be. See our Pinterest board below–filled with hearty recipes and cooler-than-cool gifts we chose…
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I have the awful habit of complaining about how cold it is all winter, impatiently waiting for summer to arrive, and then proceeding to complain about how unbearable the heat is. I know, I know, it’s the worst. To avoid irritating all…
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Let’s dust off the grill, shall we? With spring comes tulips, ramps, sunshine, and our dear old friend, the backyard. If someone can tell me one thing that doesn’t benefit from the smoke and sear of a grill I’ll hand over my next vacation…
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I’m all too familiar with the last-minute, there’s-nothing-to-eat-in-my-fridge dilemma. Maybe I haven’t been grocery shopping, or I’m sick of eating the leftover soup I made a few days ago. Either way, I continue to open the fridge expecting a miraculous discovery of new,…
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Growing up, my father was always the chef, where as my mother had one signature dish: scrambled eggs. As decadent as roast chicken, pasta carbonara, and lasagna were, my brother and I always looked forward to perfectly scrambled eggs alongside a…
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