When I was little, going to Grandma’s house meant a few things. It meant we were going for a drive. It meant seeing the deer in the backyard. But most importantly, it meant baking something or cooking.
My grandmother instilled the joy of cooking for others in me, and every time I reach for a vintage recipe I think of her. When I told her about this website, she laughed and said, “You do take after me, kiddo!”
She recently gave me a few of her recipes from her recipe box, and I’m happy to share those with you so that they live on. Enjoy!