Easter Sunday in Sherbrooke village seems like lovely, distant memory. It was warm and sunny. Purple hyacinths dotted the ground. The kids collected eggs in t-shirts. Today, 2 weeks later, it's snowing. I'm going to relive that day through the menu; food has a magical way...

Where do I begin? My first peanut buster parfait? Bacon drenched in maple syrup? That chocolate covered pretzel? Memories of salty sweetness are dancing in my head. The two are everywhere. I’m gazing through my last copy of gourmet, the august edition, bold and confident (before the magazine folded)...

Departures and Returns This is my aunt Sandra. She is holding one of her weavings which reads: I am becom ing more centered as I recom mit to being in the studio as my way of life Sandra's studio is a sun drenched white room. Inside is her loom, stacked fabrics, shelves filled with labeled storage boxes, and her journals, so many...