he first time I realized how much I loved to cook, I was 7 years old on a Girl Scout camping trip. My mom, the troop leader, brought along our big cast-iron pot, and I made everyone a dump cake that we cooked over the campfire. For 12 years of camping trips, that pot, a 9-quart Lodge, was always with us cooking something delicious. Isn’t it amazing how one piece of cookware can be filled with so many memories? That pot carried with it laughter,
Three Generations of Grouper Chowder
Dec 06, 2022
3 minutes
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