RecipeMuncher

Oh, so long ago, we made this dish in honor of my father’s wisteria tree. Let me tell you the story. My father loves to garden. I attribute this to a childhood in the world’s largest, most congested city. But, as my husband says, he is unorthodox in his gardening. His practice of gardening vacillates between benign neglect and overbearing force. Many, many years ago, my father planted a wisteria tree (vine.) His dream is a flower garden populated with fragrant blossoms. And, then rat (...)