I borrowed cookbooks, learned to roll dough, and started baking from scratch. My daughter helped, my husband teased me about needing a “pie calendar,” and slowly, I got better.
By Mother’s Day, I brought a homemade strawberry rhubarb pie to brunch. My mother-in-law took a bite and asked, “Who made this?” “I did,” I said. “From scratch.” She nodded continue reading …
