Eleven years ago on a gorgeous September evening, in our friends’ backyard in Everett, Greg and I got married. Four days after that we moved to a tiny town on the edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains called Jasper, Georgia where we lived for about fourteen months. We had a house on a couple of acres and my favorite parts of that house were the open kitchen-dining room and the back deck overlooking our huge sloping backyard, which was surrounded by tall white pine trees. Many of our best times there were wrapped around cooking and eating meals with each other and with the friends we made. Crab boils on…