Tuesday, March 31, 2015
There is only one recipe that is too sacred to me to share... only one.
My mom used to make this recipe in coffee cans, baked with love. We often gave gifts to our teachers that were homemade, usually this sweet or jarred popcorn homegrown or jars of walnuts that Grandpa K would pick from Aunt Clara J's ancient tree.
Over the years, I have added more fresh nutmeg (hand carried from Bangladesh) and a crumb topping, that we also use for apple pies.
It isn't a crazy secret recipe, it's just the only one I hold so dear that I want to keep it for myself... and teach to our girls. Hope that isn't too selfish, but those sweet memories of my mom are awfully dear.