In recent years, we’ve acquired some very old family recipes that have been handed down through the generations.
This collection is delightful for a number of reasons… because the recipe cards are so old they smell like an antique bookstore, because we’ve never heard of the dishes before, because they’re dishes that just aren’t made anymore.
The first one I fell in love with was solely based on it’s name. Blueberry Boy Bait. How can you not fall in love with a recipe that suggests it will draw the boys like flies? The minute I laid eyes on this little index card I immediately had visions of great grandmother as a young girl, sweating over the stove in the hopes of attracting true love. Poetic.