One of my earliest childhood memories was baking apple pie with my Nanny. But it wasn’t just about learning her baking secrets (like a splash of OJ in the crust), it was the passing-down of a family recipe without anything written down, just the experience of baking together, grandmother to granddaughter. Today, every time I bake a pie, I think of her. I’m an experimenter in the kitchen, so my latest creation involves adding homemade caramel to my apple pie. And if you’re wondering, my Nanny would not approve! But, she’d applaud the effort and I know after one bite, she’d agree it’s delicious.