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Dutch Oven Cherry Cobbler

When I was seven years old my family bought an old house that was in need of a lot of love. The overgrown backyard was a nightmare for my parents, but a dream come true for free spirited, tree climbing, me. The tall grasses transported me to a jungle savanna where I’d scramble up dying cherry trees… Read more »

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Grilled Pigs in Blankets

Until just a few years ago I had never intentionally eaten a hotdog. In the course of my life I had maybe gagged down four or five hotdogs when extenuating circumstances necessitated it. (On the verge of starvation on some wilderness excursion, out of politeness when eating at someone else’s home, and maybe once to impress… Read more »

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Real Raspberry Lemonade

When I was a kid in Las Vegas my Grandpa Tick would take me on hot summer days to go pick fruit.  We’d drive all over town to visit friends of his who grew figs, pomegranates, and lemons. Since I was young and spry, I got to climb the trees to retrieve the fruit and Grandpa would hold… Read more »