RecipeMuncher

My Grandmother was a wonderful cook. I’ve few memories, and fewer photos, of her outside of the kitchen. We spent a good deal of time there together, me standing on a stool, offering mixing assistance, in much the same way my boy now accompanies me. I wish he had the opportunity to share a stove with her. I recently received a box full of her recipes, a birthday present of sorts. They represent the most wonderful cross-section of foods from her generation. Tinned soup casseroles and “i (...)