Food memories are some of the strongest. When I smell onions being caramelized with peppers in olive oil I’m immediately transported to when my parents would make fajitas. Or when I smell tomato sauce cooking on the stove it usually meant lasagna was on it’s way. But those are both memories conjured up mostly from smell. These cupcakes, while only just a small fraction of the food I’ve been made by my grandmother and probably only made a couple of times by her, are something that everytime I go to visit her, I think of these cupcakes.
In case ya’ll haven’t noticed, this whole month of October I’ve been doing sort of a “Oktoberfest Beer Monday”. Ya know, who wants to do meatless monday when you could have beer monday? Oktoberfest logic.
This post is a little more serious than many of my other posts.
Everyone’s heard about the bombs during the Boston marathon which is such a tragedy. I heard about it through a customer coming into the restaurant, then watched in horror the footage and photos from the horrible scene on TV.
I’ll admit i’m one of those girls who just loves dressing up to go to a wedding, even if I don’t have a date, and seeing the happy couple say those 2 magical words, “I do” proposing their undeniable love to each other.