Ghost food from my grandmother, the one who wrote of baking bread and smelled like anise and oranges. The one who grew kale before kale was cool. The one with a farm and a horse named Chief and a dog named Duke. The one who swapped recipes and letters with my mother before I was born.
The recipes and letters would later become a manuscript titled “Cook & Tell,” and 15 years after its rejection and my grandmother’s death, my mother would carry the foodwriting torch: newspaper column, newsletter, cookbook.
And I remain, last in the lineage. Keeping the torch lit.
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I love old timey typed recipes on an index card!
*happy sigh*
Gorgeous words, Amie.