Story and photographs by Angie Sutton
I was thumbing through a pile of recipes over the weekend that had been stashed in a box for a good number of years. Some are hand-written, some are clipped from a magazine or book and a few are scrawled on a crumpled napkin or bit of paper. They have one thing in common however. They are all family recipes. Likely not secret recipes, but directions for a dish that someone considered tasty and thought to keep.
I was pretty young when they moved my great-grandmother to the nursing home. I inherited a few boxes of haphazard items as did my sister and two cousins. My mom stashed the boxes away in our attic. Years later my grandmother was moved to apartment living and, again, we stashed a few more boxes of random items she’d specifically packed for each of us girls. I hadn’t really been interested in digging through these goodies until I was well into adulthood. I’m glad I waited because I can now truly appreciate the value of the stuff I likely would have considered as junk in my younger years.Read more...
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