Warm, fuzzy Norman Rockwell images of American family celebrations aside, my mother always served jellied cranberry sauce straight out of the can at holiday meals. If your mother did, too, the lines the can made on the sauce are no doubt indelibly imprinted upon…

Soup’s on at my house. Again. What can I say? It is cold. It is rainy. This is perfect soup weather. This soup surprised me. Other than spinach and beet tops, I have to try really hard to love dark leafy greens, and, try as…