RecipeMuncher

It’s Thanksgiving. You know, that time of giving thanks (isn’t that a terrible way to define a term? Makes the inner grammar/spelling nazi in me shudder) and appreciating what you have. And you know what? I’m failing. I’m jealous. Of my father. I know I’ve talked about baking with my mom growing up, but not as much about learning to cook thanks to my dad. While my mom had me kneading bread, rolling pie crust, and mixing up banana bread, my dad was all about the savo (...)