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Grandma’s Crown

It all started with coffee and cakes – homemade, of course. My grandmother doesn’t cut corners. The smell of cinnamon permeated the small kitchen, and I watched as she carefully sliced the still-steaming confection. We’d enjoyed a light luncheon for our Sunday afternoon visit. Grandma’s tomato and mayo sandwiches on toasted bread will forever be the meal that reminds me of her. As we nibbled on…