Back in 1993, I asked my grandma to write down some of the recipes that she used to prepare for our Sunday afternoon lunches. (Nearly every week all of the cousins and aunts and uncles would go to Grandma’s house after church. She spent the morning making a TON of food for us, and if one of us claimed something as a favorite, that item would reappear often. (My favorite? Hog Potatoes.))
This evening I busted out Grandma’s Cookbook and made her famous Mostaccioli for Jeff and the girls.
Harper wasn’t a fan because she doesn’t like pasta, but everyone else proclaimed it a hit.
Next up? My great grandma’s sugar cookies.