My Kitchen, Her Recipes

My Gram taught me everything I know about cooking, baking, gardening and canning, and basically life. She was the coolest chick, kind and giving. Our favorite thing was going thru old cookbooks and reading them cover to cover, like a novel. Her home remedies were fool proof, and I find myself going back to the basics the older I get. Armed with a thriving aloe plant, baking soda and bag balm, I can fix just about any bumps or bruise. She was an amazing gardener. Vegetables, geraniums or creeping phlox....she loved it all. She loved Christmas and decorating. When I heard Bing Crosby on the record player, I knew it was time to “haul the totes” of ceramic snowmen and angels from the basement. She always cooked for whoever was hungry, no matter who my grandpa dragged in. Ppl would say, “what should I call you?” Her response was always, “just Gram.” She was one in a million, and these are her recipes....in my kitchen.