One of my earliest childhood memories is standing by the sink as my grandma, or “Mammies” as I still like to call her, would drain the liquid from a can of Pearls® black olives right before she would stick an olive on each finger…
There are some things in life that burn the best kind of memories into your brain. Those unforgettable moments of sheer joy that are too strong to fall with time. For me, it was Sundays with the smells of pot roast cooking, running around…