The aroma was like a welcoming hug when she opened her front door. A mixture of scents – the sweetness of oranges and the tartness of cranberries – were drifting from the kitchen, reminding me of an old-fashion Christmas. As my friend sliced the warm, cranberry bread and poured freshly, brewed tea into china cups, she told me about her new friend, the lady who served this tasty bread at a party. Then she handed me the recipe in her own handwriting, scrolled across a small recipe card, just as she had done all of our adult lives.
Recipes contain memories. Whether given to you by a family member, a neighbor, or a treasured friend, a recipe holds memories that only you understand.