Like her neighbors back on the farm, my mom spent a fair share of her day cooking. It takes a powerful lot of food to keep a family farm going, and my mom knew how to make her meals both tasty and filling, three times a day – four, if you count thick, buttered sandwiches and still-warm cookies she sent to the field for a mid-afternoon “lunch.’’
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