There's food. And then there's food. Homemade fudge, just like my Mamma used to make, is food. It is the kind of thing that doesn't just fill your tummy...it nourishes your heart and soul. One piece can make a good day great and a bad day better. Mamma used to send a shoebox-full (literally) of fudge to … Continue reading Food for the Heart and Soul
People, places, and things. The way food tastes and smells. The sweet stench of a cigar or the wiff of a fine cologne. All of these little details can transcend the present and transport you to another place in time. For me, it is the taste of fudge, the marshmallows from Lucky Charms, or a … Continue reading Memories.