I dedicate this story to my grandmother, Lucille Eaker, who loved gardening, cooking, and laughing.

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Grandma never called a pancake a pancake. They were griddle cakes, and there was a difference.

Poured into a pan of sizzling hot grease, they were fried on both sides. Crispy on the outside and airy soft on the inside, they were the taste of summers at Grandma's house.

We climbed the big fig tree in Grandma's backyard, my siblings and I. We could sit on its big branches and reach the fruit of the nearby mulberry tree.

We ate figs and mulberries until appetites were ruined. They were the taste of summer at Grandma's house.

We played hide-and-go-seek in the bushes behind the apricot tree. Hiding was more fun while snacking on juicy orange apricots. Apricots were the taste of summer at Grandma's house.

Carrots planted in March were eaten in July. Their tall green plumes gave a handle to pull. Grandma always liked our help with pulling carrots. They were crunchy and sweet and tasted like summer at Grandma's house.

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I dedicate this story to my grandmother, Lucille Eaker, who loved gardening, cooking, and laughing.

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storyj.mp/afcs9xkasgjk

Grandma never called a pancake a pancake. They were griddle cakes, and there was a difference.

Poured into a pan of sizzling hot grease, they were fried on both sides. Crispy on the outside and airy soft on the inside, they were the taste of summers at Grandma's house.

We climbed the big fig tree in Grandma's backyard, my siblings and I. We could sit on its big branches and reach the fruit of the nearby mulberry tree.

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"The Taste of Summer"

Melodee Smith

My story, The Taste of Summer, came from a journal entry I made about my Grandmother's griddle cakes. I had written a description of those griddle cakes and stated they were the taste of summer at Grandma's house. It made me think of all the fruit and vegetables grown around her home and the happy memories my siblings and I had spending weeks at her home in the summer months. I wanted to honor my grandmother with my story.

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