“Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
In a quiet corner of an organic cafe somewhere in Brisbane yesterday, history was made.
My mother (that’s her hands in the top of the picture above – like me she’s quite camera shy!) finally lent me the precious Family Recipe Book. Several times she stated in front of my sister and I (quite loudly I might add…) that it was only a loan, to facilitate the idea she had for a post for my blog based upon the comfort to be had by making and eating slices.
And in the grandest of gestures she actually let me take the tatty old exercise book – stuffed full of hand-written recipes, magazine clippings and scribblings on the backs of envelopes – home to the farm with me so that I may transcribe the wisdoms within its pages into a book of my own.
I was made to promise, PROMISE, that I wouldn’t share some of the most secret recipes with you, my Bloggerverse friends. And I wouldn’t, Mum, honest. Not with my grandmother peering down from Heaven in her imperious way. Goodness, some things – like the Heavenly Tart Recipe – are sacred.
But I am excited. There is so much good stuff between the pages of this book that I’ve grown up with and added to over the past few decades. My family history, and my inheritance, is the stories and recipes and memories contained here.
I look forward to sharing some of my family’s legacy with you. And I’ll start later this week with a post dedicated to Slices, for my Mum, whose idea it was. Just so we are clear about that…
It was Mum’s idea! Did everyone get that? Good.