Meet Nanny and Daddoo, my great-grandparents. Daddoo had a mind like a steel trap, could tell stories like you wouldn't believe, and was always up for a good laugh. Nanny had a soft, gentle voice and skin like velvet. She always smelled like dusting powder and hugged like nobody's business. (Man, I wish that photo weren't so damaged.) I have a cookbook with a few of her recipes in it. It's one of those small town, fundraising cookbooks. If you know them, you love … [Read more...]