Growing up in the Catskills means I’m no stranger to brutal winters and bone-chilling temperatures. Last week it dipped down to -10˚F, which is really, truly just too cold. Because of these harsh winters, my mother instilled in me a dedication to keeping a well-stocked pantry at all times. Her reasoning being you never know when a storm might keep you s…
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