Tales from a 40-year-old plant: Rhubarb raspberry jam Every summer, my family road trips about 11 hours north from our home in Missouri to visit my grandma in a teeny town in Wisconsin, on the farm where my dad grew up. It’s one of those trips that we all look forward to every year, not just because it’s a chance to get away from work and responsibility for a week (that’s the beauty of any vacation, right?) but also because we get to spend a solid few days in a place that feels infinitely more peace … Read More

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