Her name was Grace. We called her Bunny. She was the absolute best. 

Bunny brought me here – for the very obvious reason, she's my dad's mom – but also for some other significant reasons.

Bunny was the one that asked her mom (Alice) to write the "Mom's Buns" recipe down. While Alice made the bread every week by memory, sharing it took some time and thought. Even after the recipe was written, it was refined and converted into single batch instructions my family holds the secret to today.

Bunny called them "Mom's Buns," a name that stuck in our line of the family (other family members refer to them as "Alice's Buns"). It's a name that stops my customers in their tracks at the market; a name that merits a giggle. It's also a name that defines exactly what I'm selling –  a recipe that will remind you of your mom's bread, or your mom's mom's bread. 

Bunny was also my treasured mentor in mastering the recipe. I remember one specific occasion (either a Thanksgiving or Christmas meal) where she said, "I don't know what you've done differently, Laura, but something about this batch taste's exactly like mom's." Well, I knew (no, I'm not going to tell you) and it remains part of my technique today. It was tips and comments like this along the way that developed my skill. 

One of the last things she said to me was, "Thanks for Mom's Buns."

This is not just a hobby for me. It's meaningful, it's my heritage, it's my joy and my honor. 

Thank you, Bunny. 

Alice and Grace (Bunny), 1943