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Late summer means steamy days, swimming holes, and the juice of fresh, ripe fruit dripping down your chin. The sweetest fruits of summer must be peaches, with their halo of fuzz and tender flesh that melts into pulpy syrup in your mouth. Last week I received a glorious box of Washington peaches at my door, …
I moved into jelly land this week. Yup, I plunked myself down right in the middle of stacks of jars, mounds of sugar and bottles of alcohol. No, the alcohol was not to console me because it is the dead of winter and fresh produce is hard to come by, it was all part of …
I never understood the apple thing. Then we moved to New England. I mean, growing up in Florida, OJ was THE juice. The only kind of apple cider that I knew or cared about was the sparkling kind that we got as a treat for holidays. The kid friendly champagne, if you will. Tall Dark and …
Nancy Warner 