I will always remember the meals my grandmother made on their wood burning stove at the farmhouse in Virginia. My grandfather had a diary farm. Every morning he was up at 4 am to build up the fire in that stove, which to me seemed at the time to be the size of a volkswagon. My grandmother cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner and made pies and cakes with that huge stove every day. Three weeks a year was a huge treat for me and if we were there during the winter that was an extra treat.
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