I discovered the magic of this casserole in a tiny, sun-drenched diner just outside of Asheville, North Carolina. We were on one of those winding…
I have a confession: I am not a morning person. This became painfully clear to me a few winters ago in a tiny Alpine village,…
I first fell for this dish in a tiny, sun-drenched café in Quebec City, where the scent of caramelizing sugar and baking bread was the…