Now I know this title may be deceiving, since the recipe for today is really for the cinnamon twists, not the berries. It’s just something my great grandmother (the inspiration for this post) used to say, so naturally, I served them with these little gems.
I think about her a lot, especially when we gather for the holidays. These twists would be perfect for our Easter celebration this weekend, although you don’t have to recognize this holiday to enjoy them.
I have such wonderful memories of Grandma Flossye and her culinary talents. When I was little, we would make the trek to Minnesota to visit her, where she would cook up a batch of dumplings for us in her kitchen (probably made with Watkins black pepper. She would make sure we didn’t go home without a container of the pepper and a bottle of their famous pure vanilla ).
Eventually, she moved done here (to Maryland, by the way), where we could see her more often. She would bake delicious goodies for us, as she told stories about the old days (you know, about the old school house, the first time she’d ever rode in a car and all those other tales that really make you appreciate everything you have, especially when the electricity goes out).
I really enjoyed those stories, but sometimes I think I did a little too much. You see, I was so distracted by what she was telling me that I have no idea what went into most of her fabulous creations. Sometimes we just have to guess what was in them and do our best to come up with our own version.
So, based on what I remember, here’s my “rawified” take on her family classic (I used a combination of my Chewy Trawfoils and donut recipes ). I hope you like it.