Guest Author 3 Minute Read My kitchen window isn’t very big and it’s nothing fancy. Just a little kitchen window above my sink with some pretty fabric draped across the top. But it is my kitchen window. The one my dear husband put in just for me.
When we first got married I became homesick for everything familiar that I had left behind; for the view from my mom’s kitchen window. I had a lot to learn about life and love along with some growing up to do.
Chantel 4 Minute Read Between Google and Pinterest, it’s easy as pie (though pie isn’t that easy!) to find every variation of any recipe. Copy cat recipes, gluten free, or vegan versions. The ideas are literally “googolplex” in number. But there’s nothing like the inspiration to be found in taking a stack of cookbooks off the shelf and browsing…
Elisabeth Adams 5 Minute Read Once upon a time, I was a skinny blonde seven-year-old, learning to make cookies in a ranch-style home in California. I left the actual baking to my mamma: a mysterious process that involved way too much heat for me. And that was my very first kitchen, a place that has since become my natural habitat….
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