Jane Rosemont, New Mexico Because I grew up in Michigan, where tart cherries grew in abundance, cherry pie was a staple. Like macaroni and cheese, or toast with peanut butter, it was comfort food. Cherry pie meant “home.” Once a year in June, when my dad’s birthday rolled around, mom would pull out all the
Contributed by: Sally Charette, California My mom and I sat on the wooden bench swing in Cousin Audrey’s back yard and watched little white butterflies tip toe across the Queen Anne’s lace while Audrey fixed us a snack. I was seven or eight years old and if I’d met this elderly twice-removed relative of my dad’s
Contributed by: Melinda, Michigan When my mom was first married, she wanted to make an apple pie for my dad and went to buy the kind of ready-made dough that her mother always used. She couldn’t find it at the grocers, so she made her own from scratch with a recipe she found in a
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