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Heavenly Hash Memories and Recipes of My Grandmother |
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| I can remember lots of things about being with my grandmother, Mary Jane Fiero Duffy, or Gram as I always called her. One of the most pervasive memories, the kind of stuff that is like a plaid ribbon that winds its way through every memory and still lingers on the soul, is food. How she fixed it. When she served it. I remember all the ordinary and unique occasions that bring forth the specialities that our whole family associated with only Gram. | |
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