I am sitting right now with a treasure on my lap. A priceless treasure that means more to me than anything you could put a price tag on. Something that brings a smile, contemplation, satisfaction. It is on loan to me. It is not my treasure and I did not work for it. Someone else put the time into creating this work. Someone put their years into it and it wears some of the remnants of their hard work. This is a treasure that I will soak up. That I will try to replicate and if I am lucky my children will benefit from as well.
This is one half of my Grandmother’s recipe books. It’s actually the second half, but I wanted to start with Eggs instead of Appetizers because, well, we love eggs. Almost all of the recipes are on index cards….in my Grandmother’s handwriting. I have been sitting here perusing them for awhile now and know how many of these I may copy because I don’t just want the recipes, I want the same thing she looked at while she cooked, I want her beautiful handwriting to be what I look at when I am cooking. I am truly rich today.