After 3 hours of travel I arrived at my Uncle’s front door. A batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in my purse, I was nervous and somewhat anxious for the visit. I walked into the house, removed my boots and, then, my coat. The house was just as I’d remembered. I hugged my aunt and listened to her breathe heavily on my shoulder as she cried. Together, we walked into the living room, the buzz of Sunday football audible in the background. I leaned over the hospital bed and kissed my uncle on his forehead.
Read MoreFor years I’ve been experimenting with making the perfectly fudgy black bean brownie and I’ve finally gotten to a place where I’m ready to reveal the recipe. I’m also turning 40 and after the word fudgy has been highlighted in red all throughout my word documents, I finally went to the internet only to find out that fudgy is not a real word.
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