Grammy, my dad's mom, was a gifted cook and baker. She was very well known for her cakes, particularly her award-winning caramel cake, but her everyday cooking was incredible, too.
My memories of Grammy are inextricably tied to the aromas, flavors and sounds that came from her kitchen. I remember, like it was yesterday, waking to the clink of silverware and clack of dishes being stacked. Within minutes of opening my eyes, the smell of breakfast led me like a zombie down the hall to the kitchen, where homemade biscuits were coming out of the oven or pancakes were being plated. There was bacon, sausage, eggs, coffee, juice, homemade jams, jellies, preserves — and it was amazing.
