I’ve always had a tough time organizing my refrigerator, including the freezer. It’s usually a jumble of forgotten leftovers, half-used condiments, and produce on its last legs. And somehow, even with ...

My grandma’s fridge always had the usual things: milk, butter, and a jar of pickles she swore went with just about everything. But tucked in the corner was something that never made sense to me as a ...

My grandma was born in 1930, during The Great Depression. She keeps a tidy home where nothing ever goes to waste. To this day, her pantry shelves are lined with mismatched recycled jars — proof of a ...