About 3 years ago, my parents sold my childhood home. They lived there for almost 20 years. During that time, they raised six girls. I am sure many of my friends that read this blog have memories of that house from when we were growing up. There were endless toilet-paperings in the front yard, lots of slumber parties, dozens of boys knocking on the door and even a bag of flaming poop on the front steps one time. It was a good old house, the only one I remember.
When my parents moved, I felt it important that I fly out to Utah and help my mom pack. It seemed very ceremonious as I took down the pictures and cleaned out the cupboards. My mom also took this time as a dejunking time. She took truck loads of old things to DI. Luckily, I was there to make sure she didn't get rid of everything.
I snagged lots of things from her grabby getting-rid-of clutches. Like an old soup tureen and the tea pot we used to play tea party with. One thing that I made sure I took home was her first cookbook. She was really going to get rid of it! It was an old Betty Crocker cookbook. The pages are torn and splatter-stained. There are tons of handwritten notes in it from my mom's days as a new bride learning her way around the kitchen. It was so used that the binding is held together with tape. And to think she was trying to get rid of it!
The other day, I found it in my cupboard. And I found all the recipes we used to use. Like the recipe my sisters and I would use to make suckers. Or the frosting recipe for cupcakes. As I have been feeding Violet over the last few days, I have flipped through and found some great recipes. Everything is very 1970's retro.
So Mom, nice try. Like I was going to let you toss that cookbook.