Raisins and I go way back, but only because my grandfather (an absolute legend in our family) loved them in everything. I’ve seen versions of “War Cake” in both my mother and grandmother’s recipe collections but never delved too deeply into what it was—until now.

Rhubarb is bitter, stubborn, and misunderstood, just like the place I call home. Explore how one tangy, tangled bunch from the farm stand reminded me what it means to endure, soften, and maybe even sweeten now and then.

Whoopie Pies: The Love Letter I Can’t Quite Read

Behind every casserole dish and Jell-O salad is a woman whose name we’ve forgotten. This essay explores the invisible labor of women preserved in the pages of community cookbooks.

Before food was passion or pleasure, it was survival. In the clattering textile mills of 1860s Maine, my ancestor Brigit ate just enough to endure—and in doing so, she passed down more than she knew.

Despite being dead for nearly 120 years, Brigit Finerty has been many things to me over the course of my life…

Folk & Fare is the meeting of storytelling, genealogy, folklore and the food ways we inherit from the ones that come before.