Her Memory Lane

Today is family day. Yes! We proclaimed it family day because football season starts tomorrow. Good-bye summer. Good-bye husband.  My hubs is a fabulous coach at our alma mater – he’s great at what he does, but being a football widow has its ups and downs. Anyway, back to the point – because we’re super cool the start of family day is Prayse and Daddy cuddling watching the beginning of a movie and Mama making the menu for the week and a grocery list. Ha!

We can go grocery shopping on family day right? We’re doing it as a FAMILY.

I grabbed a few new(er) as in Idon’tuseveryoften new(er) cookbooks from my stash. A vegetarian one (eh, we can try it right?) and the infamous BD Cookbook from 1983. You know the one. It was the church fundraiser, or the small town plant fundraiser – 300+ pages of yummy goodness, old school farm recipes, full of treasures to be discovered.

Upon opening this treasure trove is the Kerr Guide to Home Canning and Freezing Love it. A 1984 article from Farm Family Living on making homemade pizza from the dough on up. And then comes the handwritten recipes that my Grandma Akin had felt they were good enough to write down, store, save and maybe try. I see the recipes that she had starred or written “try” beside. Those deemed worthy enough to be tried in her kitchen.  Her handwriting that of a grandma of a toddler, younger, strong and healthy – much different than the deteriorating handwritten letters, grocery lists, and such that I remember from when I was in high school and college. Anyway…

This is a good memory lane. This one I can handle. I wonder if these “try” recipes were tried? I wonder if they were liked by the family? I wonder what functions she went to that she tried them. I wonder… LOL, just found one the back of one article from the 1984 Farm Journal – “Single Farmers, Minnesota’s most abundant natural resource…” They all look to be a great catch!

The old family recipes, the traditions passed down through generations. This is the stuff we can’t let die. This is important. It’s a good trip down Memory Lane, even if it’s not my Lane.

Gotta go. There are Play-Doh birthday cakes being made right beside me and my rolling pin skills are needed. Family. It’s a great thing.