A Nor'easter is headed this way, and I'm wishing I'd had the cash to install in my kitchen this adorable Vogelzang parlor stove that I found at an auction over the summer. Lot of good it's doing in the garage . . . So I'm holding down the fort by the Jotul in the family room, eating a smokey bean soup simmered with salt pork, onion, chives, a little brown sugar, lots of red and black pepper and nary a tomato, while trying to forgive the dog for jumping up on the counter and stealing the perfectly browned biscuit that was to be the best part of the berry shortcake my daughter Elizabeth whipped up for dessert.
Hope wherever you are tonight, your meal is ending on a warm, sweet note.
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