My fav by far was my paternal grandmother's lemon cake. She made that shit so light it would float, but it was not dry. The wife can make it 99% as close, so I'm fine with that. When my grandmother's dementia started getting really bad, she could never made anything correctly again. When I worked in town, where she lived (and where we live now, at the farm), I would come by at 11 AM each day and have lunch. She would fix me a homemade hamburger every other Wednesday. She's always steam the bun, and it was just epic as fuck. One weekend she asked dad, "what should I make for lunch, I'd like to have you and Zoso over for lunch." Dad suggested her homemade burgers. She looked at him like she had never heard of a hamburger. She had to read the directions on the bag of fries 8 times to figure out how to bake them in the oven. She was a nervous wreck the entire time. God it was so sad.
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