tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20497295.post7976337425899914141..comments2009-04-19T08:33:59.408-07:00Anne Stesneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04578405052817943785noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20497295.post-73412553947447921702009-04-18T19:09:00.000-07:002009-04-18T19:09:00.000-07:00What a great post. That is what I love about cooking/baking. . . in a sense we are making a memory.M. Housmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01948588080239905591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20497295.post-19159436282401316012009-04-17T20:45:00.000-07:002009-04-17T20:45:00.000-07:00That's a sweet story! My grandfather canned lots of vegetables from his garden and after he died, we had veggies for some time. I remember when the last jar of his amazing green beans was eaten at a holiday dinner. Everyone cried and cried because it was the last link to him that we had. I love how food is so tied to our memories.dynagrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10336046639505676167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20497295.post-50118543165779207892009-04-16T13:47:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:47:00.000-07:00I know what you mean, Penny. I thought I'd be grating lemons and mixing for hours!Anne Stesneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04578405052817943785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20497295.post-24513476387652057742009-04-16T10:03:00.000-07:002009-04-16T10:03:00.000-07:00Great cake. It was also my grandma's "secret" lemon cake. I got the recipe when she passed away and was shocked at how easy it is to make :)Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01443476895934311506noreply@blogger.com