When I was about 7 years old, I eagerly bit into a piece of freshly cut, raw sugar cane, that had just been harvested from my great-grandmother’s garden. As the cold, sickly sweet juices gathered in ...

Please let me know if you are interested in our treasures. We think the cookie jar is Aunt Jemima. There is a big “B”on the base underneath. Dear M.S.: One of the reasons we decided to answer this ...