December 17, 2010 § 13 Comments
This simple, bullet-proof recipe came from Mildred Oakes, one of my grandmother’s best friends in Congers, New York.
I have a faint memory of Mrs. Oakes. I am peering through a screen door into a kitchen at a heavy woman with thick ankles and permed brown hair. I can tell the woman seated in a wooden chair has never been young and has always found getting out of a chair to answer the door an effort.
I also know she has been put on earth for a purpose. And that purpose was to create The Recipe.