Recipes

That’s what I’ve been doing this 10th day of Christmas, feast of the Holy Name of Jesus.  There’s the printed pages from Food and Wine that have to get into their sleeves in my ring binders and all those 3X 5 cards I’ve made of new and less legible recipes I’ve had to file. Quite a few of the former, as we’re into a pretty creative stretch.   But the dive into the old recipe boxes is quite the dip into the old days.  There are recipes in the hand of mothers, aunts, grandparents and older sibs calling to us from the past about how to do things. As I try to create new recipe cards from their scribblings, I strive to keep their same folded up papers for the memories.  Kathy’s mom will forever tell us how to make her ice cream pumpkin pie and me my Aunt Dorie’s stew.  Tonight I’m going for braised lamb necks with garlic and fennel.  Nothing I think my predecessors would have cooked up, but something I think we’re savoring.  Praise all that has come before.  Bon appetit.