When I was a kid, I went to a restaurant with my Grandma Sophie. My Grandma Sophie hardly ever went out to eat. Ever. She was one of the best cooks I knew, and there was no reason for her to go out to eat. Well, I decided to order chocolate pie while we were out (because I normally ordered pie instead of food when I was a kid.) My grandmother asked for a taste of it, gave me a big smile, and then went back to eating. The next afternoon, after a hard day of playing with all my cousins, I came inside and there was a chocolate pie waiting for me. She of course made it better and tastier.
It’s one of my favorite memories of her.
I do the same thing alllll the time. When I travel, I tend to come home and try to make all the things I loved while I was traveling. Sometimes they come out awesome and delicious. Sometimes I miss the mark, but that’s part of the fun of it.
On this last trip, my friend and I had a lovely little lunch next to the river in her little town. She had sweet potato fries and honey mustard sauce. I ate half of her food. Apparently, honey mustard sauce is big out in Silverton. I noticed it came with everything. Especially with and on sandwich food. Sooo, I came home and made it. Of course I did, because that’s what I do!
Here’s my rendition of what I had I my trip.
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