Putting and End to Winter with Moroccan Ragout

Putting and End to Winter with Moroccan Ragout

We have snow. Still. April is almost half over, and the snow clings like a skeletal hand at the edge of a cliff. A tad dramatic perhaps, but this never-ending winter brings out the Poe in me. As I type, a raven is cawing in the birch tree. I need heat – not only...