My brain is like this huge board filled with sticky notes of memories of my life. It is scary, freaky, really how I remember EVERYTHING. Gets me in so much trouble.
There is a positive side to it though. All my childhood memories are stored up there in my head. All I have to do is close my eyes, and there they are.
And when it comes to Passover, the first memory that pops up for me is my mom’s walnut cake. I remember sitting with her in the kitchen, watching her make it. Moist, light, fluffy. Perfect every time. The sad thing is, she stopped making it after we all moved out and the recipe is now gone, because she never wrote it down.
So here I am, experimenting again, using the bits and pieces I can remember. After trying just a couple times, this was the result. Not exactly my mom’s cake, but pretty darn close. I can thank my memory for that, but this time, I’m not taking any chances. I am writing it down. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do.