When I was a child, supper was a bell on the back porch and the smell of onions and woodsmoke mixing in the air. My grandmother would sweep flour off her hands, nod at the sky, and say, “A little heat and a lot of heart, that’s what makes a good meal.” This skillet chicken…

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Skillet Country Pork with Apples & Sage There was a little farmhouse at the bend in our road where the smoke smelled like sugar and wood. Mama kept a battered cast-iron pan on the stove that never quite fit the flame and never quite left the stove cold. On evenings when the light slid low…

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