
My family loves food. Any get together has food involved, and pretty much revolves around food. Holidays require a green jello salad, and family recipes are abundant.
My great grandmother Lois was a Oakie, so southern food is a normal part of anyone's diet at grandmas house. Cornbread, fried okra, and anything in bacon fat.
Bacon fat needs to make a comeback.
My mother is the best baker ever, yes she's my mother, but still. I have yet to taste a chocolate chip cookie, lemon bar, or cheesecake to even come close to the deliciousness she makes.
My father is Hispanic, so I love spicy food. If it doesn't make me cry, it's not hot enough.
My husband makes the best soup, with no recipe, which is a weekly staple. I've tried to recreate it, to no avail.
My brother is vegan, so I'm always on the lookout for a good vegan recipe. But I add cheese to everything, so I rarely find one I'm satisfied with.
My Aunt and her four daughters make pies. It's adorable. Their key lime is fantastic.
And me? I am a recovering picky eater, with a major salt tooth and love of cheese. And pasta. And sushi. And breakfast food. And bacon fat.
I also have a love of the past, which is why I've started this blog. After years of collecting vintage cookbooks and loose leaflets from old magazines, it's time to do something with them. So here I will share vintage recipes that I'll be "testing", as well as some of my own (ok, like three), vintage kitchen tips and tricks, and lets not forget the fantastic cookbook images!
Because a good recipe has no expiration date.