The most special gift I received for my wedding was a handwritten cookbook from my mom. She had been working on it for almost a year and I had no idea! This cookbook contained all of my favorite recipes that my mom makes along with tips, stories, and sweet memories related to those recipes. The second I opened it I started crying. I couldn’t believe that she had been thoughtful enough to take all of those precious memories that were made around the dinner table and pass along that tradition as I started my own family. What a treasure this book will be when years from now I can add recipes and pass it on to my own daughter. I love opening the book and finding a recipe to make for my husband that I remember my mom making for us year after year with so much love. I love reading her stories about the first time she made a recipe that became a staple and thinking about her just starting out in a new marriage and how she has grown since then. I love realizing how food and family and tradition and love all intertwine and how such special memories can be made on a random Tuesday night eating a casserole.
This is me a minute before opening the gift (You can see the cookbook in the front of the basket!) and after I start ugly crying haha Terrible picture but you can see how much this meant to me.
Do you have any memories attached to favorite recipes?