I found it in an antique store in Woodstock, New York, nestled between a wine decanter and  a stack of books. Hiding in plain sight — waiting for me.

I realized it was someone’s recipe box. 

The handwriting was just like my grandmother’s, true to a time long passed. And in a matter of seconds, I was attached — drawn and to this woman I’ve never met.

Food wasn’t a big part of my upbringing. We had the holiday staples, and our weeknight meals were a lazy-susan filled of tried and true family favorites: frozen mesquite chicken breasts, frozen corn, Pillsbury rolls, pastas, grilled chicken — you get the picture. Mom if you’re reading this, I love you and could never do half the job you did raising 3 kids and managing a career. You’re incredible.

That said, when I found the box, it felt like I had also found a connection to a familial root in culinary culture I always wanted. 

Join me as I bake, cook, and jell-o mould my way through this unique recipe collection.