When my mother passed away, two days before their anniversary, she and my dad had been married almost 15 years.
While I doubt he ever got over the shock, my dad stepped into the role of single parent and, all things considered, he did a pretty good job. As we moved through those first weeks, one thing that became apparent was that he didn’t really know how to feed two growing daughters … [read more]
From The Perfect Pantry (guest post by Sarah Hutt)
Foodshots 