Editor’s Letter
THE OTHER MORNING as I was buttering a biscuit in a rare moment of relative quiet, I thought about my sister’s wedding last summer in the sun-dappled hills of northern Virginia. The day couldn’t have been more beautiful, and among the other delightful and memorable moments, I got to catch up with my Uncle Barry, whom I hadn’t seen since my wedding. During the conversation, he gave me a bottle of honey from the bees he keeps on his farm. In the meantime, I’ve been parsing it out here and there and thinking about him and the wedding whenever I use it. Whenever we gather around the table—whether for a special occasion or a simple weeknight dinner—we create indelible memories. In this issue, Brenda Gantt reminisces about a winter storm that…