Through the great fortune of family re-engineering I managed to collect along the way a totally rockin’ jewish grandmother. While well into her nineties, she was so completely au courant we never spent enough time talking about her early days. Quel dommage. It will soon be a year since she passed. I think of her often.
A few days ago I spent time peeking with great reverence through a box of her things, a curious yet comforting number of items. In the box was a handsome well-worn copy of the Naomi Cook Book, Toronto 1928. This past week I carefully flipped through each page many times.
Take a peek at these snaps to understand why I am in love…
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Thank you Lenore for all the inspiration.
You rock! …and I feel a painting coming on.