The other day I was standing in my kitchen and I noticed something I often overlook.  It is a vintage recipe box that I inherited when our cottage was sold.  It’s something I love because it reminds me of childhood.  It was always sitting in the cottage but I do not know that it was used very often.  It goes unnoticed at my house…it’s a bookend to hold up Rachel Ray and Martha Stewart cookbooks.

I decided to take a peek  and see what might be hidden inside.  There are dozens of recipes that my grandmother had hand written or typed with a typewriter.  The Grandma who met me once but died when I was a week old.  The Grandma I am told I resemble…and apparently have her same bossy and determined nature.   The Grandma who was busy taking her grandchildren to the theater, buying them fancy dresses…the grandmother that grew up in New York and married a Canadian.  The grandmother I wish I could have known.

Here she is with my dad’s three older siblings.

I learned a little something about my Grandma through looking at these recipes.  She must have like to cook…and I am assuming she was good at it?  There were recipes for scones, apricot chicken, cheese drop biscuits, pies, cakes, Sangria…and all sorts of other delicious sounding food!  I am determined to try some of her recipes.  Isn’t it strange how you can just stumble across something or overlook it but inside there is such treasure to be found?