I have great memories of my Grandma Bonnie (my mom's mom). She was a superb cook and always had the best food when we visited the farm. Farm fresh eggs (although I was not a fan of collecting them from the mean hens that pecked me) and fresh vegetables from the garden were staples on the table. I remember hot sweaty days with scratched arms and legs from going berry picking in the woods. Whatever she prepared was a treat and I think I have gained my love of cooking from her. It seems … [Read more...]