For so many of us, a food memory is a powerful evocation. When I miss my grandmother, I make one of her pies.
A cider mill on the Huron River...turns out golden brown doughnuts pleasingly dusted with sugar and best washed down with cold apple cider.
These days, I spend less time chasing the flavors of my youth and more creating core memories for my son.
Over the last few weeks, we went on a treasure hunt for seasonal fun and flavor.
Collection
[
|
...
]