Childhood memories from Grandma’s kitchen
My husband’s Grandma Florence was rarely seen without her apron. She really knew how to spread a table, and her house was always the place to be for Sunday dinner.
Her cooking may not have been fancy, by today’s standards, but everything that came out of her kitchen rated a “10” in the taste test. Her desserts were always her pièce de résistance. And the very best of them were the old favorites—thanks to her special secret ingredient: love!