Last month when I was cooking a batch, I was glad to breathe in the familiar fragrance of chili sauce, and even happier that it turned out just right–tasting exactly the way my mom’s does. There is a real and deep satisfaction in the work of the autumn season: bringing in the ha...
not an idea to be explained. “I wonder as I wander out under the sky,” says the old Nativity carol, “why Jesus our Savior did come for to die / for poor ornery people like you