She spoke to me.
April 15th 2010 11:35
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Vintage
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Foodie
My grandmother as a young woman in the 1930s.
My grandmother wasn't a classy cook as she only had a few 'signature' dishes that I remember. Her style was definitely vintage and her technique for never wasting food mirrored her experience of growing up through the Depression.
Even though she was 90 when she died, it was very sudden and I had felt quite devastated as the last time we had spoken was on the phone a few days earlier on my birthday.
I always hoped that I would find a final letter or note that she may have left me. Just one last piece of communication or goodbye. But it wasn't to be until the other night.
I had lazily picked up her old CWA 1960s cookbook, that I had made a few recipes from, and as I was flicking through noticed all the little markings and notes she had made.
Little crosses next to recipes she had tried and liked. One little note even said 'haven't tried this one yet'. Recipes written in her hand at the back of the book. All of them were like little love notes from my dear Gran'ma and I actually got quite teary.
I felt that I had had a conversation with her that night through her cookbook.
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