Submitted by Teresa Todt, Illinois
My Grandma Edith’s home was warm and inviting. But what I remember most are the mouthwatering smells coming from her oven.
I recall fondly the knotty pine paneling on the walls in her kitchen and the large round table positioned in the middle of the room. On days I would walk to her house after school, I would often find her sitting at that table sipping instant iced tea, her favorite drink, from a tall glass. The day would be perfect if I also discovered a freshly baked batch of her banana cookies cooling on the countertop….