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Threads in time, Natalie Ciccoricco (because)

Made during the second half of a very boring movie.....

Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"

Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"

No but for real. Handwritten recipe notes like:

"Kenny's Favorite" "Bake for 45 minutes BAKE FOR 35 MINUTES" "This is from Suzy, back when we lived in St. Louis!" "VERY GOOD!!" (this card had oil stains and ancient bits of dough stuck to the back of it) "Great for dinner parties, can be made ahead of time" "Add some vanilla" with an additional note in different handwriting, "2 tsp vanilla" "I use butter, but Grandpa Rudy uses lard" "Love you! Gramma Emy"

Seeing the handwriting and messages from those no longer with us, or people who I haven't seen for a decade, or even people I never knew but who clearly shared in loving the same people I do - there is an inherent love in sharing food, and personal recipes are a way of saying, "Here. I can't always be with you, but I want you be able to eat well. I hope this food will keep you as happy as you were when I made it for you." And they remind us of all the people who have ever made or shared those meals with us. And love is stored in handwritten recipe cards.

At my church and in my family, we have a tradition of giving recipe cards as wedding gifts. They’re great. Some are written slap-dash, as if the person has done it many times. Some are written meticulously, with some obvious restraint of explaining why things are so specific (“Butter - Land of Lakes”) and some are literally a cookbook clip-out taped to a card.

When I first made Mrs. Martha’s pound cake for thanksgiving, she pulled me aside and told me that I would be on pound cake duty when she couldn’t. I begged Mrs. Joyce for her chocolate chip cookie recipe only to get a clipping of some plastic Nestle packaging and a threatening note that if I ever spill the secret I would find myself in a shallow grave.

Love is stored in hand-written recipe cards.

When my mother passed away, my sister and I each took one of her files of recipe cards and cuttings, with the understanding that we would make copies for each other. I have a yellow accordion-sided file folder in this room with me right now, and somewhere in it is a handwritten recipe for chocolate chip cookies, in the margin of which is written -- in my own seven- or eight-year-old handwriting -- "I want these for my birthday."

Love is stored in hand-written recipe cards.

ough to be a cat sleeping in a dandelion field. eepy sleepy

they invented a new salad named dont be scared everything will work out

dogs on the window.

Sundays are very precious to me <3 I work and study from home, so sometimes it can be hard to unwind in the same space. This is why I always take Sunday mornings off to have a long walk around my neighbourhood. (That just so happens to have free books & markets!)

Watercolor paintings by Emma Larsson on instagram