I had two grandmothers, but I only remember one. The first died when I was only 6, and while I remember being told she'd died, and her funeral is a vivid memory, I don't remember her. I guess we didn't see her often enough in my young life to have harbored any strong memories. That makes me a little sad.
I was very close to my other grandmother, and while her death a couple of years ago wasn't a surprise, it was still distressing. I cherish the pieces of jewelry she gave me, and I think of her whenever I wear them. I have several pictures of her around my house.
Several years ago she passed this on to me:
It's her 1949 edition of The Good Housekeeping Cookbook. I have a lot of cookbooks, and truthfully, I rarely look at this one. I mean, it's old. A lot of aspects of cooking have changed over the years, and this isn't my go-to book by any means. I prefer more modern cookbooks.
But I got a chocolate craving last week. I'm starting to suspect that chocolate isn't a migraine trigger for me, so I decided to indulge the craving and make some brownies. I'm a fairly accomplished cook and baker, but I realized I'd never made actual brownies before. I looked in several cookbooks to find a recipe, and I wound up pulling my grandmother's old cookbook, too.
Imagine my delight when I opened it to the brownie recipe and found this:
I found notes in her handwriting! Definite treasure to me.
I decided to use her recipe. And it was good.