The Amish Cook: Many hands make for light ­­— and very joyous — work

It was almost bedtime when the white van pulled into the driveway, towing a big black trailer loaded to the brim. I didn’t hesitate. Turning to the children, I said, “I’m going out to meet them.” How delightful to see two out-of-state uncles on Dad’s side. They planned to come for the next two days…