I am feeling a bit under the weather today which makes it the perfect time to work on a project in the house. I feel like I have been running constantly these past few weeks and haven’t taken time to just stop, look around and work on something quiet. Today my body is telling me that the time has come. It is dark and damp out and the fireplace is warm and inviting.
While on the east coast last month I was given an amazing gift. A friend came across an old box of hand-written recipes from the 20s through the 70s. It is an amazing collection of family meals, baked goods and mostly lost recipes we no longer make. The papers are delicate and worn- some so fragile I worry they won’t last much longer. When I hold them I imagine the woman who sat at her kitchen table carefully writing them out. I imagine the family she fed, the girlfriends she exchanged the recipes with and how she spent her time in her own kitchen. I want to know her, and through her recipes maybe I will in some small way.
My goal is to copy her recipes and compile them into a small book with the best ones. I hope to make as many of them as possible- although I’m not certain I can find all of the ingredients called for! I would like to share them occasionally with you as I love the idea of keeping some of the past alive through food.