Stuffed Apples

Red apples  on a old wooden table

The smell of baking apples often sets me on a mental transport back to my childhood. When I was a child, my mother often made baked apples on Sundays after church. I remember the tasty mouthfuls of sweet, soft apple and the sticky, syrupy glaze that accompanied the dessert. As we sat together at the Continue Reading…

Weekend Waffles

Weekend Waffles

A few weeks ago, we hosted a sleepover for the girlies and four of their friends. After an evening of ¬†barbecue grilling, firefly chasing, ice cream sundae eating, and movie watching, the kids were ready for bed. In the morning, all seven children woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed with huge appetites. Now, in Continue Reading…