“Now -- you have to promise not to tell anyone this recipe, okay, dear?” Evelyn said in a firm but sweet tone. Her face was crinkled in the soft smile that she always wore. “This is a family recipe. Well -- you’re family, of course, so now you’ll learn it.”

She pat her hands together, moving to the counter to begin mixing the ingredients.

“Oh... grab the flour from the top cabinet, would you?”