
My late Grandma Mae called my parents nearly every day until her death in 2008 at the age of 92. Her inquiries were nearly always the same: “What’s new?†“What’s the weather doin’ over there?†“How’s your firewood holding up?†But one of her predominant questions was as much to affirm as to ask: . . . → Read More: Guest Kitchen: Following in (peanut) brittle footsteps