A Bit of Nostalgia
Do you ever feel a little “ I remember when” feelings when you make a specific recipe?” Well this wave of nostalgia overcomes me every time I make my Grandma Walton’s Danish Apple Bars. I grew up in Ontario Oregon and all of our relatives lived in Salt Lake City, Ut. This meant we made lots of trip to visit our grandparents. My Grandma Walton would invite all the family over, and of course she would have to have a spread of food for everyone to enjoy. The two things that she always made, no matter what, were Danish Apple Dessert Bars and Texas Sheet Cake. The Danish Apple Bars were the hit. This was the desert when you pass by it, you take a knife and cut a quarter of an inch taste and then you pass by again and repeat. There was always a knife in the pan for passer-byers. When I started making it for my family I didn’t tell them of the tendencies of wanting to pass by and cut that quarter inch cut just to taste it. They automatically did it on their own. This is a dessert that calls your name. I usually only make this dessert once a year, apple season. When doing so I think of my Grandma Walton creating a delectable dessert that has been the catalyst for evoking such nostalgic memories.
Note: The picture above is of my Grandma Walton, Minnie Beth Christiansen Walton, and me. She came out to Clinton, Iowa to take care of me when my sister Kerry was born. It was so hot and humid that she was miserable. She often talked about how she had never been so hot before in her life. Needless to say we spent a lot of time on the porch. I think I even scored a bag of candy.
