In my family we had dessert after every meal. Nothing fancy just a ‘fruit nappy’ often with apple sauce or stewed rhubarb, both home made and delicious. Memories of our family mealsaround the big oak table at the farm in summer or the beautiful veneered table in town in the winter bring a smile especially with that simple dessert of apple sauce, always with cinnamon, or stewed rhubarb with just a hint of sweet. Today, I have two jars of stewed rhubarb ~ with strawberries ~ in my fridge, made in my kitchen just because it is the delicious taste of home.
“Food is memories.”
~ José Andrés
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