My mother made baked beans every Saturday in the fall, with bread rising at the back of the counter, and she never wrote the recipe down. Here it is, measured for the first time: navy beans, molasses, and salt pork, baked slow in a covered pot.
Read MoreA Thanksgiving table built by editing rather than adding: an antique white linen under a vintage embroidered overlay, tortoiseshell chargers, crimson roses and marigolds with cinnamon sticks tucked in, and wreaths at the windows to carry the season into the room.
Read MoreTo live authentically is to pay attention to how we live each day.
