BearTooth said:
My dad took over making pancakes in our house when I was growing up. He adapted his own recipe and his grandkids all called them Poppy Cakes. We lost him 10 years ago this week. Even though it's his recipe, Poppy Cakes aren't the same without him.
Sometimes you just need breakfast for dinner!
It's amazing how food and memories go together...
My mom taught my wife how to make Cornbread Dressing for Thanksgiving... Mom died in 97, but every Thanksgiving that Dressing brings her back... One taste and I am filled with memories of her...
One year, Natalie made 4 Hotel Pans for the 300+ faculty that had 4 different lunches the Friday before Thanks giving... Of all the food I made for those teachers I had more of them ask for that recipe than any other... It just says home...
"When I despair, I remember that all through history the ways of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants, and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the end they always fall. Think of it--always."
Mahatma Gandhi