Today I went over to my Grams' house and after I pointed out her decorative antique mason jars, she started showing me a bunch of her mother's old kitchen wear. Along with the jars, an egg-poacher, and an apple mill, she had me pull down a small wooden box, labeled recipes (my heart stopped). When I opened it, I think I died for a second.
This little box is filled with billions (not really, but a lot) of my great grandmother's hand typed recipes. I have the box on loan for now and am just starting to look through the magic. I have a feeling I will be very busy this afternoon. Woo-eee!
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