I was about seven years old when my grandparents (on my mother’s side) moved from Brooklyn, NY to Phoenix, AZ to escape the cold weather that pained my grandma’s body. For as long as I can remember, she suffered terribly with rheumatoid arthritis. She never complained, even though her hands were almost curled shut and her joints ached all the time. Every once and a while she would wince in pain and my heart would break for her. Through the pain, she still managed to make us delicious treats because it made her happy to see us enjoy them. She had two dessert recipes that are standouts – cream puffs…