From SAVEUR Issue #143
When I was a kid, the winter holiday meant a 20-hour drive from my family's home in the Carolinas to my grandmother's in Des Moines, Iowa. Though the trip was epic, as soon as we arrived, I'd insist that we get back in the car and drive 50 more miles east to Pella, Iowa, a town whose Dutch heritage was apparent in its old-fashioned windmill, in the wooden clogs in shop windows, and most important, in the old-world sweets at the Jaarsma Bakery. Among the spice cookies and butter cakes at this family-owned shop was my favorite treat: the Dutch Letter. Keep reading »