Pumpkin muffins reminded me of Tata

  I smell the first pumpkin muffins of the season cooking in the oven with fresh vanilla from Madagascar. And I am thinking of my amazing grandmother who I called “Tata.” Her name is Nijmeh, which is Arabic for “Star.” The neighbors called her Nellie. She passed on in October of 2007 at 93 yearsContinue reading “Pumpkin muffins reminded me of Tata”