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Spies and Matinees: 1942 Gary, Indiana

When my great-great-grandfather John Singleton worked at the steel mills in Gary, Indiana, in the winter when my great-grandmother was ten, it snowed and snowed and was overcast every day, and no one saw the ground except in patches from October until April.
On these cold gray days Gramma would go with her Aunt May to [...]

Like Gramma’s? (Chocolate Chip Cookies Critiqued)

What makes a good cookie?  Or, perhaps I should start more objectively–what makes a cookie good?
Cookies look attractive and taste sweet.  They are portable–small and not too crumbly, easy to slip into a pocket and smuggle out of a dining hall.  A baker needs not bother with a rolling pan or cutting knife; merely a [...]