I have so few memories of my childhood, but occasionally snippets come to my mind. One of those snippets has surfaced several time lately.
My mother loved to make desserts. Pies, cakes, bars, cookies, puddings– all were regular features in our house. Seven days a week, we expected and were given a desert for both lunch and dinner. When my mother made pies, I knew a special treat was in store for us. Continue reading “A Treat for Us!”