by Charles P. Ries I was thinking, about running with my cousins - celebrating everything under the sun with family. Thinking about dessert. My aunts each had one. A signature creation of culinary achievement, that made them famous - in my mind. I would have loved them just as much without these masterpieces, but with them, they became beacons of sweet love. All were equal in my mind until the day I met Aunt Nora’s Poppy Seed Torte. I was 4 years old the first time I spotted that tasty little Torte. Just tall enough to see above the table top. It sat amidst a crowd of other good looking sweets - bars, cookies, cakes and ice cream. It seemed to jump off the table and into my mouth. It whispered to me in the language of pure sugar - I heard every word. Over the years I have eaten more than my share of that torte, but I guess that’s what love does to you - you just can’t get enough of it; I don’t care if it’s a person or a dessert. I was thinking, how simple love is - “Sweet, custard filled and loaded with poppy seeds.”
Here is the recipe for Nora's
Poppyseed Torte
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