Poetic Food

My mom made apple crisp for me and my brother and sister; it was a family favourite. I am instantly transported to my childhood when I smell the apples and cinnamon of a cooking apple crisp wafting through the house. Apple crisp to me is making memories with your loved ones. I challenge my customers to turn off their phones, tv and radios to sit around the table and take in the smell, taste and company of friends and family. There is nothing like the present when you taste the cinnamon apples and sweet, buttery oat topping. Enjoy!