Many of my childhood memories of visiting my grandparent involve food. My Grandma Hall picking strawberries, and the smell of frying bacon and coffee when I woke up in the morning at their house, my Grandma Key cooking okra, or cutting corn off the cob in her basement canning room…
When each of my Grandmothers passed, I asked for and was given stewardship of their recipe boxes. I wanted to keep that closeness to them that I felt as a child through their food, and didn’t want the stories that those stained and faded cards and scraps of paper could tell to be lost.
Sometimes I feel I show my love for people best when I feed them. I may not be able to feed you, but I can share the love that I feel when I look at these recipes.