 smell like cinnamon and apples. And at the end of the night, when everyone got that thick slice, we'd just get this big round of applause, and everyone would be like, oh my god, it's so amazing, it tastes so good. And me and my grandfather would just look at each other from across the room and be like, yeah, we did that. And it just became a tradition that I enjoyed and always looked forward to. But as I got older, so did he. And one Thanksgiving morning, he was