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.