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My favorite childhood food was my grandmother's homemade apple pie. Every time I visited, the house would fill with the warm aroma of cinnamon and caramelized apples. What made it special wasn't just the delicious taste, but the memories attached to it - helping her roll out the dough, learning her secret ingredient (a hint of lemon juice), and enjoying it fresh from the oven. That pie represented love, family tradition, and the simple joy of sharing something made with care.
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