I love looking through recipes. Not only for the images they conjur up in my brain, but also it's like going through a scrapbook of portions of my life. Scribbled on the back of office memo pads; neatly written on index cards or cut from the paper; and now, printed off on the computer. Found in little specialty books. They all recall friends/foes/family..many of whom are no longer here. It used to make me sad, but now it's like the proverbial 'over the river and through the woods' Thanksgiving. Getting to remember with fondness and laughter. And in at one case, she didn't like me at all all...but gosh, she made great pumpkin bread. :-)
Sometimes there are terms that aren't widely stated anymore. And it's a good thing that none of these were written with gel pens because those accidental spills of oil or eggs would have long ago wiped out the words.
Off to do a bit of baking