Yesterday we woke up to a snowy winter wonderland. Making my way to the chicken pen was an adventure. Huge snow flakes were falling so thickly I felt like I was in a gigantic snow globe. A perfect day ...

It’s the only thing we want. Some goetta, some eggs and maybe some hash browns or toast. These are the foods that draw my wife and me, like some sort of spell, to diners on Sunday mornings. Even ...