What’s In Your Recipe Collection?
I found this article online and I wanted to share it with you.
A Mother’s Cookbook Shares More Than Recipes. It’s so true.
I never realized how much I would value an old cookbook. When you’re young, you think nothing of the time and preparation involved in planning and preparing meals. They just sort of magically appear. I used to pick at my mom’s hard work — “is there onions in that? ewwww”.
I’ve been on my own for many years now, with a family of my own, but I’ve inherited my mom’s old cookbooks. There are 2. One is an old Five Roses cookbook — it’s basically falling apart, but there are many pages marked with “really good!” or ingredient changes. There are stains from being used in the kitchen, ingredients falling on the pages. Pages are ripped, some are even tucked inside after being torn out. There are other recipes from newspapers tucked inside. A recipe from a friend written on the inside cover. My mom’s handwriting. My mom’s heart and soul it seems is in that very book that I still use to this day. I go to it for Sunday morning pancakes (which my kids rave about), and for Sunday afternoon after church homemade macaroni and cheese (my kids say is the best) and occasionally tea biscuits which I love with butter and jam.
My mom has been gone nearly 25 years and I treasure this book now more than ever. It’s like she’s with me as I cook. I could search the internet for a thousand versions of mac and cheese, but none comes close to opening the pages of that book and making that very same dish my mom once made for me. And I pass that recipe down to my kids.
The other book is a recipe we bought for her one Christmas. It’s one full of blank pages where you add your own recipes, and categorize how you like. Now that I’m older I see just how inpractical it really was — but she used it. For jam and jelly recipes, banana loaf (which I love to make), homemade ketchup, relish, fudge, cookies, cakes. Recipes given to her by other friends and family — which she carefully included in the recipe. White Cake — Leona — 1983. It’s a part of time, part of our family and I just won’t trade it for a thousand new recipes.
I’ll stick with what I know.