I can’t have been the only person in America balancing a ham on my hip on Christmas Day, reliving a memory. With a little imagination, ignoring the refrigerator chill, an 11-pound smoked ham feels a lot like a bundled baby. I took a few steps between the stove and sink and stove again, fully immersed…
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Ham and Green Pepper Quiche
I was a quiche-making dynamo on Thursday. Once a month, I cook lunch for a special group of people, about 24 in number, who are either clients or volunteers at a weekly respite care program. I call it my own Third Thursday Café. Everyone there is connected by the scourge of dementia in some form…
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