I recall being in awe, probably with a goofy look of juvenile adoration smeared across my dirty face, whenever I observed their family’s interactions.

One of my favorite cousins Alice, made this pie, in its original form, as a great treat for her husband. It’s a pie and a memory filled and made with lots of love and I’d love to share it with you.

I was being sent to an orphanage in the middle of literally nowhere. Twenty miles upriver from Bethel, Alaska, and I’d never heard of Bethel before. I know I wasn’t thankful. I was fearful,

I looked around at shadows cast from the trees blocking the lantern’s light. There was only darkness. Thank goodness there were no glowing eyes staring back from the reflection of lantern light.

My grandson goes through the serving line, at our church potlucks, declaring to everyone in line with great enthusiasm, and a huge smile, ” My Gramma made this. It’s sooo delicious!”

Curry not only adds great flavor, but the aroma brings back so many loving memories and peaceful comforts for my soul.