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My grandpa remembers vividly the first time he met his mother in-law, my Great-Grandma Ardian. Not knowing what his favorite pie might be, she simply decided to make five different kinds: Banana Cream, Coconut Cream, Apple, Chocolate, and Bavarian Cream. And according to Grandpa, over the next two days, he "ate ALL of them- or at least major portions of them."
Food, in my family, is a love language. Recipes are our tradition and legacy. Sometimes Matt is my sous-chef, and sometimes I am his. And while my cinnamon rolls will probably never be as good as my mom's, few things bring me greater joy than cooking for my friends and family.
Food, in my family, is a love language. Recipes are our tradition and legacy. Sometimes Matt is my sous-chef, and sometimes I am his. And while my cinnamon rolls will probably never be as good as my mom's, few things bring me greater joy than cooking for my friends and family.