My mother just gave me the old battered notebook in which my grandmother wrote down the recipes she collected through her married life. It is more than 70 years old, according to Mum, and it’s obviously been well used through that time.
Most of the recipes were handwritten in pencil and are fading badly, and the pages are crumbling away beneath my fingers…
So go the family memories, as time rolls on. My grandmother is long gone, and my mother, the youngest of her siblings, is now well into her senior years. Of the large family who enjoyed the dishes that Grammie prepared from her personal recipe collection, there are only two left: my mother and one of her brothers.
Over the next few months, I’ll be trying to transcribe these old recipes so that they are not lost – and I’ll post the best of those recipes here on DomestikGoddess.com.
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