I have always had a passion for flea markets. There’s something thrilling about rummaging through odds and ends, searching for that one hidden treasure among the discarded items. This love for treasure hunting began when I was eleven, spending summers with my grandmother in New England. We would explore every flea market and street fair within a hundred miles, searching for what she affectionately called “preloved jewels.”Even now, as a mother and grandmother, nothing excites me more than sifting through trays of miscellaneous items, hoping to find a glimmer of something valuable.
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Meatloaf Grilled Cheese
Loaded Zucchini Bake
Cheesecake bites
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