It began with an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner. I invited my future wife to join my family at
the day-after-Thanksgiving meal and euchre tournament that has been held at my
cousin’s house for as long as anyone can remember. I probably said something along the lines of:
“We ought to make something to take along, huh?”
We were young. I was
twenty-three and she was twenty-two. We hadn't lived a lot of life yet, hadn't had a ton of time to learn to cook. I had just graduated from college and was
just starting to find my way into the kitchen. We had no clue, on so many levels.
My future wife being the woman that she is, she went to
Borders and bought the biggest dessert cookbook she could find, “Classic Home Desserts,” by Richard Sax. We made the
apple pie recipe as a test, called it good (it still is) and made it to take
with us to this family gathering. The
cookbook went back on the shelf. We had
no idea how much of an influence that book would have on the rest of our lives.
