Archival Anecdotes: Everything is better at Grandma's

I may be speaking for many more than myself when I say, there was always a special feeling when Grandma was cooking in the kitchen. I wasn't often allowed in the kitchen, but still I found a way to cultivate a sense of wonder regarding my grandmother's abilities to turn common ingredients into delectable delights.

On a rare occasion I can replicate one of the divine aromas from my childhood. Howev...