There's something I absolutely adore about old, handwritten recipes. I get so nostalgic when I see them and imagine the cook standing over a hot stove while referring to the little note card to get the ingredients or technique for a dish just right.
My grandma is a fabulous cook and has made many meals for me throughout my life. While I was in college, every Thursday I would go to her house for a spectacular homemade lunch. Each semester when planning my classes I would make sure I'd have enough of a break in between to get away for lunch at grandma's. I have so many treasured memories of our lunches together. Most of the time my two brothers and sometimes my father would join us, so that made it extra special.
I went to visit grandma after work today and asked if she had any of her recipes written down or if she just cooked from memory. I was surprised to know she still refers to her old recipes after all these years. She went to her cupboard and pulled out her recipe box to share with me.
Once I had looked through the recipes and grabbed the lid to put back on the box, I noticed this taped inside the lid.
Looks like one day I will inherit all these treasures. I pray it's one day in the very distant future.
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