Holiday Butter Tarts
By Andrew Hunter
For The Family Table, a blog for busy families
My Grandmother Love personified her name. My mother’s mother, she married into such a gentle family name. Grandma was of the generation that didn’t work, though she had a nursing degree. In fact, she didn’t even drive. As a child I wondered how she got the most basic things, like grocery shopping, done if she had to wait for Grandpa to come home from work.
Evidently their strategy worked, as there was never a lack of food on the table. The Loves, of Youngstown, Ohio, back in the days when it was a thriving industrial town, had a big grand wooden porch with swings. I remember swinging on the swings at night after dinner. The adults talked and the kids listened.