This is my great-grandmother's, my Grandma Bah's, recipe. She was my mother's maternal grandmother and she was a wild woman . . . and an exceptional cook. She lived her life on her own terms — much like my mother did — left a big impression whether you met her only briefly or spent a lifetime with her.
By the time I was born, she lived close to 1500 miles away in Colorado, so I was lucky to have gotten to know her at all, to have had twelve or so years of intermittent visits to be charmed by her. Unfortunately, once I was old enough to have helped her in the kitchen, she was enjoying being out of it.
