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“Chopped Nuts Make Deluxe”
My wonderful husband has requested that I make apple crisp sometime this weekend, so, naturally, it’s off to HEB for a few nice Granny Smiths. For a recipe, I scurried to my favorite source: Hand-written recipes that my mom gave me at my bridal shower. I especially love them because they’re in her handwriting, which I have much missed seeing on cards and notes in my mail for seven years and four days.
As I was scrounging through my recipe box, I couldn’t help but notice the stains and variances accompanying the ingredients and instructions. At that same bridal shower, I also got a recipe for “Cris’ Favorite Chicken Spaghetti” from Konen, with a bowl that is one of my favorites. Here’s the splotch of Diet Coke that David got on my baked potato soup recipe the last time he, Judy and I were together for Christmas. Now here’s a recipe printed online – must have happened after 1993, when we got our first computer. Here’s Aunt Zum’s recipe for cornbread, with a very firm Kentucky-esque, “No Sugar Please” command. And Aunt Neva’s “Better than Sex” cake —- my, my, a little risque for a pastor’s wife, doncha think?
It struck me – this recipe box is really a history box. It guards wafts of flavor drifting across thousands of miles and scores of years, down generations, up I-10 and slowly circling a multitude of mitts and mixers. The pile of flip-flops is my family crest, but the contents of the recipe box is my personal history.
You’re right, Mom. Chopped nuts – they do make it deluxe.
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