Not the biggest thing (but still poignant) that I miss about having Carol Anne with me is her sourdough buckwheats. After just a couple of months shy of 24 years, I'm still not used-to that yet. I've forgotten the flavors but remember that they were the stuff of bliss.
As I miss Mom's overnight yeast buckwheats, perhaps about the same thing. I have her recipe somewhere but they don't turn out the same.
