This morning a friend posted on Facebook about craving some childhood foods her grandmother used to make. Which of course made me think of food. It had started a discussion in the comments about foods we remember from our childhood. Which got me thinking about memories and the history of ethnic foods. This line of thought is after only being awake for a little over an hour and after only a few sips of coffee, if that helps explain this post better. Her grandparents were German, they made and ate a lot of German food. My father’s parents were Irish…
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