my grandmother's recipes by the dozens, written in her hand on pretty papers, index cards, the backs of envelopes, even. some are scripted in great, methodical detail. others are glorified grocery lists. each offer keys & clues to a person i am forever trying to find my way back to.
-- just something beautiful that i stumbled upon last week, mostly out of nowhere. i feel very sure that recipes are partly a way to preserve family history and mostly a way to say, i love you.