Bread and Butter Pickles

I grew up on a small horse farm in Connecticut, in an agricultural town. I loved it. The smells of small town New England – leather, silage, and manure – make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. We were lucky enough to live just a ten minute drive from my maternal grandmother, Mémère, and [...]
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Published on January 11, 2013 06:15
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