There was the arrival when we would drink Sarsparilla and chat about whatever had been going on. The dining table where Grad would cook us a hot breakfast that always finished with a cup to tea and cold honey on hot toast. Dinners would always finish with desert that was topped off with little bricks of vanilla ice cream or scoops of Neapolitan ice cream.
There are two of Nan's baked goods that i remember most vividly right mow. Nan's Apple Pie and her Jam Drops. The pie has an almost cake like shell and delicious apple inside, the jam drops are small and buttery with a sticky sweet dollop of strawberry or apricot jam on top. Nan's Apple Pie was always a favourite and although we'd beg her to make it, never quite tasted the same.
I've brought home some of Nan's cake tins and her kitchen notebooks back home with me. I have always loved old cake tins, baking is just so much more fun when you're using cake tins that someone else has used. I've often wondered about the other celebrations, catch ups and day to day reasons that people have used their tins for over the years, living a life so far from the one I live now but with these same tins forming part of their rituals the way they now form part of mine.
But even more excitingly, I have some of Nan's kitchen notebooks. For the past week I've been flicking through them. Sometimes by myself and other times with Mum and Dad and then with Liam. Telling him stories of the recipes and when I remember eating them...
So, this blog is going to be about finding some old favourites and discovering others. Using the tins that have been in the family for longer than me and of course having a few bites to eat on the way through!
