My apologies go out to anyone who has been chomping at the bit for me to post a new blog.  I realize it's been a long time since my last entry.  Life sometimes has a way of getting ahead of me.  I'm sure you've been there as well, where there are only 24 hours in the day but if there were 30... One of the projects I was involved with in the last five months was helping my parents clean out their long-time home to ready it for the real estate market.  When I say help, I mean in a very limited capacity as I live in another state, and that THEY did the bulk of the work.  Considering that my Dad was in hospice less than two years ago and my Mom has knee troubles, cleaning out the family home of 48 years was nothing short of a miracle, some may say "miracles" is their legacy.  And speaking of legacies, my Paternal Grandmother has left her recipes for us in a box that is 12"x8"x8".  It's filled with hand-written recipes spanning much of the 20th ...

For nearly two decades, I have been making a version of this recipe that my Bubbie shared with me on the cusp of my 20th birthday. As an undergrad, apartment dweller, I was very proud of my newfound freedoms. When time and money allowed, my roommates and I would spend our time baking treats to eat and share with friends.  Bubbie's version of the recipe was top-secret. I didn't share it with anyone for at least ten years. Part of me was certain no one could make this recipe the way I could (I was young, what can I say?).  If I shared it with one person, how many others would have this coveted list of ingredients wrapped up into a chewy, delicious treat?  The thought of someone else sharing was even more distressing than my doing so in the first place. Once I got over myself, and I'm aware some things take longer than others, I shared this recipe with so much pride... Until it was pointed out to me by one of the recipients that it likely came from the back of a box.  H...