Farming runs in Katie Kraemer and David Pitre’s blood. Katie’s father was a citrus farmer in California, and she says now, “I used to be so proud to write ‘farmer’ for my parents’ occupation when I had to fill out Read on!
I love junk food. Handmade junk food, that is. On Saturday nights, my mom used to make us popcorn balls with Steen’s syrup or homemade potato chips, fried crisp and puffy in a big iron pot. Junk food didn’t start Read on!
Childhood is as much a place as it is a time. When I remember my childhood, it is often not events that I call forth, but rather pathways, shortcuts, hedges, fences, nooks, forts and treehouses. The map of my grandmother’s Read on!