Chapter 2 Fritz’s real name was Frances, though hardly anyone called her that anymore. Somewhere along the way, when she was too young to remember, a cousin had shortened her name to Fritz and everyone else had followed suit. By the time she reached adulthood, even her mother used the nickname more often than not….
I sat across from my mother as I thumbed through Alice’s cookbook. “Isn’t it amazing,” Mom said, “that she made nearly every recipe in those cookbooks?” “What do you mean?” I asked. “She made all of them. These are her recipes.” “These are her recipe collections,” Mom corrected me. “I’m sure she had her favorites…
When I was a kid, a trip through the Dairy Queen drive-thru felt like a big deal, mostly because of the dip cones. I can still picture sitting in the car, watching them take a plain vanilla cone and dip it into that glossy coating that somehow hardened in seconds. On a good week, my…