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Bittersweet Christmas

This was our first Christmas since my grandma passed away. One of the things we talked about after dinner was the location of Gigi's famous Taffy Apple Salad. I took a look through her recipe box and found it.

She used to make it for every picnic we had. And she'd bring it in the same cracked glass bowl. There was rarely any left - it was that good.

At our 4th of July picnic this past summer, there was a noticeable emptiness on the table since we were missing Gigi's Taffy Apple Salad.

I'm torn about wanting to make it - because I know it won't be nearly as tasty without being mixed by her loving hands.

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Unknown said…
But it will bring joy in her memory.

xxx

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