Author name: Frieda Evans

There’s something incredibly nostalgic about the sizzle of potato pancakes in a hot skillet, the scent of frying onions filling the kitchen, and the anticipation of that first, perfectly crispy bite. For me, these crunchy potato pancakes are more than just a dish—they’re a cherished memory from my childhood, a recipe handed down through generations, […]

I remember how she would send me out into the garden with a wicker basket, asking me to pick the plumpest, most vibrant eggplants I could find. The air was always filled with the earthy scent of the soil and the sweet aroma of ripening fruits and vegetables. Once I returned with my basket brimming

I remember the first time I truly understood the magic of simplicity in cooking. It was during a visit to my grandmother’s quaint farmhouse nestled in the rolling hills of Vermont. Every summer, I would spend a few weeks with her, absorbing her wisdom, not just about life but also about the art of cooking.

I remember the first time I made buffalo wings; it was for a family get-together during one of those chilly autumn afternoons. My brothers and I had spent the day raking leaves, a yearly tradition that always ended with us playfully tossing piles of them at each other. As the sun began to set, we

One particular recipe that became a staple in our fall routine was roasted butternut squash. We would spend hours perfecting the balance of spices, adjusting the sweetness with just the right amount of brown sugar, and sometimes, if she was feeling adventurous, adding a hint of heat with a sprinkle of cayenne. While the traditional