As I went through a box, I found recipes from many women that I know and love. Some were even from me. They were written on scraps of papers, torn pieces of envelopes, and some are typed on special cards. I found a recipe for cinnamon rolls. My Mom's best friend Joy's Mother, Lill made them all the time, and were always special. At least that is what I was told, I never met her. But...I KNOW about the cinnamon rolls.
As kids, we loved these date cookies Mom would make at Christmas. They had dates, rice krispes, and walnuts and you rolled them into balls and then into coconut. She would also make peanut butter fudge, and rice krispie squares...the plain kind. Those were our favorites. I am still looking for the fudge recipe.
I found recipes from my Grammy and my Aunt Vickie. Some I found were from people that lived in the tiny town I grew up in, in Illinois (was about 125 people).
Then there was the cookie cutters. The ones we used as kids for all the holidays. Easter. Valentine's day. Thanksgiving...to name a few.
Another thing was the rolling pins. I believe that one was made by either my Grand father (Pop) or my Great Grandpa, Walter. They both worked with a lot of wood as finish carpenters.
Needless to say, there was a lot of MY history in that box. It made me miss my Mom so much. Along with the rest of my family.
It made me laugh, too because some of the recipes were written on tiny pieces of paper. You know that it MUST have been good for them to dig that hard to find something to share it on. Plus a third of them don't even have names.
I was thinking that maybe...it would be fun to start making the no-name recipes and give them names.
The recipes that fed the masses.