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Stuffed DatesEasy
Published 2007
When I think of dates, sometimes I envision Moroccan kings, hot deserts, and the cool plip-plopping of water burbling into rose petal–strewn fountains. But usually, I think of my maternal great-grandmother. Grammie was an industrious and frugal woman until the day she died at age ninety-eight. Most gifts she gave were homemade, like the crazy-quilt pot holders she crocheted for my mother, crafted from assorted yarn scraps using old garter-belt rings to hang them from. More popular were the