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“Grace had turned to Leeza, Ken, her boyfriend, Brian, and baking. She started by baking the family recipes from her childhood. Cinnamon buns, gingersnaps, saffron bread, and lingonberry pancakes. Grace knew she didn't have her mother's talent, but she tried her best and hoped it might also bring her mother back to earth. Maybe even bring the two of them closer. One afternoon, Grace made a German chocolate cake. She decided to try something different, and added fresh local Door County sour cherries to the batter. When Ken tasted it, he'd fallen on the floor, exclaiming, "I'm dead, but at least I went to heaven: Death by chocolate!”

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Book:The Recipe Box
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Sandra Lee
Sandra Lee

Sandra Lee, born on July 3, 1966, is an American author known for her works in cooking, home decor, and lifestyle. Her books and television shows have a wide audience around the world, renowned for her unique cooking style and practical home decor advice. more

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