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Everything I grabbed sparked joy.
The coup de grâce was seeing a bright yellow and red label that said: BROOKLYN BABKA! Oh my! I almost turned into a shaking puddle right there in the aisle. Pure joy! I’ve been trying to figure out when I can get to NYC for a few days just to eat and walk around the city.
My mother was the best cook and baker. Unfortunately, she didn’t write down her recipes. She made everything from memory and taste. I’ve spent most of my adult life trying to identify and replicate some of food-memories that made my taste buds sing. Now that I’m focused on removing sugar from my diet, replicating myContinueContinue reading “Not’cho Grandma’s Sweet Potato Pie”
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