My Grandmother made stuffed peppers at least one a month when I was growing up. But for some reason, it took me many years to realize that I had no idea how she made them. What I have discovered in my personal quest to document some of her recipes is that getting her to write these things down is like pulling teeth. Seriously, I’ve had to badger her, which is not at all how I was raised to treat my elders. But I do what I have to. Continue reading “Stuffed Peppers”
Bon Appetit Hon 