It's my Irish Gramma's soda bread for me. She's been gone almost 40 years and I miss her every day still. Her cherry pies were always a treat, too, but it wasn't until years after she'd left us that my mother told me those cherry pies were bakery bought and carefully transferred to my Gramma's own pie dish! Thank you for sharing this story.
This makes me really want some homemade aoup.
My Grandmothers *salsa was a sweet and hot Chutney made with apples and tomatoes and some hot peppers.
Thank you for this. Now, ask your Momma for that cornbread recipe! Unless there is sugar in it...if it does-no thanks. love ya!
I'm not crying, I just got bad allergies.
I loved reading this- made me wish I grew up in the south, lol. Or at least had a relative to visit there who would cook me Sunday dinner.
two things money can't buy are: 1) true love; and 2) homegrown tomatoes
Beautiful.
It's my Irish Gramma's soda bread for me. She's been gone almost 40 years and I miss her every day still. Her cherry pies were always a treat, too, but it wasn't until years after she'd left us that my mother told me those cherry pies were bakery bought and carefully transferred to my Gramma's own pie dish! Thank you for sharing this story.