A man struggles to raise his triplets after his wife’s death, believing they were his own. However, things soon hit rock bottom one day when he meets a stranger in the cemetery and learns the babies he had been devoted to raising for so long were not really his. Dried, rotten brown leaves crunched under Jordan Fox’s boots as he pushed his baby stroller into the Manhattan cemetery’s ornate gateway. Dry flowers and half-burnt candles were strewn across the lawn. A gust of wind howled through the row of Eastern red cedar, breaking the grave silence as he proceeded to his late wife Kyra’s tomb. It was her first death anniversary.
HOMEMADE SWISS ROLL
It’s a running joke that whenever I whip up this recipe, there’s never a single bite remaining for the next day
OLD FASHIONED GOULASH
Cranberry, Orange and Pecan Muffins
When squeezing lemons, don’t make the mistake of throwing away the seeds: they are worth their weight in gold used this way
Accordion potatoes: the rich and delicious side dish!
No-Bake Chocolate Balls: Simple and Irresistible
Meat Shell Potato Pie
Put 1 sprig of rosemary in the closet: you can’t even put clothes like this in the washing machine
