Freshly baked bread. My grandma's white bread recipe. (I have long wanted the recipe but always forgot to ask her for it. She emailed it to me sometime last year, so now I'm making good use of it.) I think of her each time I bake it, and I get to read her instructions, which I love. Things like:
8+ cups of flour (until the right consistency, I guess! :-))
Best way to eat it? Toasted. With butter. And honey drizzled over the top.
I can't eat a slice without thinking of my grandma, in her kitchen-- kneading this bread, or waiting for it to rise with a little cloth over the bowl, or slicing it up and toasting it for us breakfast. My sister and I always loved grandma's bread. (And she always had it available, too. I'll have to ask her how often she used to make it. Or maybe she just made it whenever we were coming because she knew how much we loved it.) Either way, now my kids love it, too- and I feel like I'm sharing a little piece of grandma with them every time we eat it. Toasted, with butter and honey.
I've just convinced myself to send grandma a card and tell her all of that.